Ryan Anderson is not a Jewish name. But next spring, it will be. My partner has entered the home stretch of his longtime Jewish conversion journey.
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.
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.
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.
An epic post about dragging my partner to Disneyland for his 40th birthday–and watching him fall in love with the place in spite of himself.
This month, my relationship with Ryan becomes my longest ever. And so much for being Chicago Carless. Try as we might, it’s a love we can’t stop re-living from the front two seats of a car.