The message from my Managed Midlife Crisis™? Stop being afraid to start being myself again.
Should you ever find Disney World is more tolerant of others than you are, it’s probably time to rethink some of the assumptions you harbor about the world, and especially about yourself.
Sometimes the thing you’re most afraid of is the most important thing you can do.
There are reasons nondriving ADHDers like me tend to stay that way. Mostly because our loved ones fear for their lives.
Over the next four years, we must promise to be there to pick up the weight when it’s time for others to put it down. We must be there for each other in love and solidarity.
Every six years or so, I remember how much I love Chicago and gush unapologetically. Check your watches. No apologies.
The lessons of inclusion and fairness some voters still refuse to learn got through to me loud and clear four decades ago on Saturday morning television.
The Cubs winning the World Series reminds me that I still do love my adopted Chicago hometown.
One percolator, two percolators, three percolators, more please. How Ryan and I became addicted to making our coffee the mid-century way.
I used to see my mother’s eyes in my reflection. Then it was time for bifocals. Now how I wish I could get my grandmother out of the mirror.