An Ode to Coffee

Perimenopausal hormone chaos has taken my beloved coffee from me. About two years ago I had to admit that the rushing heartbeat and strains to catch a full breath were no longer bodily sensations I could ignore and simply “deal with.” Caffeine was going to give me a...

Expiration Date Unknown

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” — Mary Oliver This week, I lost my aunt and, in doing so, I lost my publisher. Judi was one of those rocks in my life that I had assumed was permanent – bedrock, tethered deeply into the earth....

How to Get Away with Murder

Chicago, early March, so typically cold and gray. I was flat-out pissed off that I got called. Frustrated and oh so cranky about a ludicrous 50-minute drive to jury duty on a Tuesday morning. Why couldn’t I have been summoned to the courthouse in Skokie? 26th and...

On the Radio – A Short Story

The carpool line extends around the block, a row of brake lights as far as the eye can see. It’s January and an unpleasant thirty degrees. Thick grey clouds have blanketed the sky for far too many days. The environmentalist in me screams to turn off my idling RAV4,...

3 Reasons to be Wary of Using Airbnb

Several years ago our family of three embarked on a “living the dream,” three-week working vacation in Europe. We wanted to test out what it would be like to live abroad. It’s one thing to base a vacation out of a hotel and spend days touring museums, but what would...

The Guilt-Gratitude Seesaw

Photo credit Jon Sailer I’m on a seesaw across from a giant named Guilt. I’m Gratitude. Every day, all day, I teeter, desperately trying to find balance. Goddamn it’s hard. It’s Day 4562. No really, it’s day 27 of Shelter at Home, government mandated...