It has been a long twenty years. This weekend, after a generation of estrangement, I’m going home with Ryan to Queens to see my family.
This is the post of my lifetime. After 20 years, this week in the blink of an eye and in the face of tragedy, I got my family back.
And then it was time. On the arrival of Lillian, and Ryan as a momma cat.
Ryan never expected to feel old just from opening his DMV license renewal letter. The Illinois Secretary of State sure showed him.
Waking up on 9/11 and not realizing it’s 9/11 is a joyful thing. It’s worth remarking on–and holding onto.
So if I had the past 11 years to do over again, would I do them over? Or would I just fly over Chicago?
My ninth blog anniversary arrives with old wishes granted. If only I still wanted them.
After four years, our membership at the synagogue down the block is expiring for the final time. Here’s why we’re not renewing it.
My final link to the person I used to be in Brooklyn is broken, and so is my heart. Camoes, my danger cat, is gone.
It’s official. Ryan and I have decided to trade the Second City for the second city. Hooray for Hollywood: we’ll be moving to Los Angeles.