Old Friends
As a Michigander in Chicago it is inevitable I run into people. This place is full of past. For me, my family, my friends. But the particular domestic pleasure of walking through Andersenville on a sunny morning is multiplied when you recognize an old friend in the dappled crosswalk. The gaunt gait and long jaw … Continue reading
Things I Like — Notes from Afar
Even though I love letters, I am a terrible correspondent. Ofttimes my lack of consistency becomes a point of self-flagellation (and later, entirely giving up). A vicious cycle. Every blue moon I manage to shake off the Shoulds and the Regulars and just drop someone a digital line. Not big enough to cover the lost … Continue reading
Kitchen Catastrophes
Let me tell you a story. Not that long ago, I couldn’t cook. Not a jot. In college I once tried to bake a potato in the microwave. I didn’t even poke holes in it. I was truly culinarily challenged. There is still an infamous night, not as long ago as I’d want to admit, … Continue reading
The Salon Project : A Night to Remember
I attended a piece of installation theatre. It was spectatorship and cultural commentary and fancy dress all rolled in one. It was fabulous. Probably best to start with how I found myself here and what happened when I arrived. ~ Dressed, pinned and cinched the other members of Jonquil and I assembled at a very … Continue reading
Bundles of Joy ( & Thirty Things #9)
A few weeks ago, I boarded the train to London. The East Coast line between Edinburgh and the Big Smoke is one of life’s great pleasures, but on this occasion I was rather too excited to gaze fondly at the crashing North Sea or the quaint clusters of Northumbrian sheep. I was en route to … Continue reading
Jennie, I’ve got your number
When I was little, I thought I knew how to count. The numbers went 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 6 7 5 3 0 9. I was a child of the eighties. And a small enough child I didn’t know Tommy Tutone was singing about a phone number. Sigh, such innocence. (Incidentally, … Continue reading
