Tag Archives: Chicago
Underneath Your Clothes
I never see naked people. I don’t remember when it was that I started keeping my eyes peeled in the hopes of seeing flashers or exposed body parts in public. I became intrigued by the lack of modesty in others, … Continue reading
Empire State of Mind
Driving back to Illinois from Maine in the summer of 2012, my heart tugged a little when I saw road signs marking 100 or so miles to New York City. Just one little detour and I’d be there. That’s the … Continue reading
The Winter of Our Discontent
It snowed again in Chicago today, adding to the 60 plus inches of snowfall we’ve already received. I’m sure a collective sigh and disgusted shouts of “enough already!” could be heard across the area. This winter has been a rough … Continue reading
A Pool By Any Other Name
I like to believe I was the catalyst for all of the cool things my family owned, thanks to my relentless persistence and constant badgering. By “cool things,” I mean a dog. And a pool. My parents would probably tell … Continue reading
