This summer, my blog turned eight years old. The anniversary passed quietly as I spent time figuring out my future rabbinic-school life. But after 756 posts, through five boyfriends, four apartments, three jobs, and two religions, the one thing I have to say is THANK YOU for your readership.
And another kind of anniversary. What a difference a decade makes. On how ten years ago, to my surprise, I became a Chicagoan.
Today my blog turns seven years old. It’s not the first blog I’ve ever written–that was the About.com Brooklyn page back in the 1990s. But after seven years and 714 posts, it’s the one with the most staying power. And I’m grateful for your readership.
Three months after officially joining the Jewish people, things make sense in a way I never expected. Some say Jewish converts are born with a Jewish spark waiting to be realized. Now I realize how the past six years of my blog–and the past 41 years of my life–have led me to my Jewish self.
Happy Birthday to Chicago Carless! My little blog that could is now officially five years old. Here’s a look at why I created it and where we’ve been together in the past 12 months. And thank you for being here to read it.
Happy Birthday, Chicago Carless! Here’s a look back at the last four years of my life as an open blog.
This entry marks the (belated) third anniversary of CHICAGO CARLESS. As is obvious, year four is getting started with a lot of changes. The most obvious are the totally re-designed layout and features of the blog. But they’re only reflections of the most important change of all: my renewed outlook on my life and the world around me. Something had to give. After 37 years, what ultimately gave was me.
The fact that I missed the two-year anniversary of Chicago Carless is a lot more important than the fall of my two-year relationship. So in celebration of the belated anniversary of my life being an open blog, I give you a look at the past 12 months of Chicago Carless.
Today marks the start of my second year blogging about life as a determined non-driver living in downtown Chicago. Beginning my blog and moving to Marina City both coincided in June 2005. Back then, I thought I could get Marina City out of the way in my first post and go on to writing about downtown life in general. Little did I know that the unique trials and tribulations of Marina City residency would motivate me to write so often about the historic corncob towers in the past year.