Honoring a Hero of My Heart

I still check Ken’s email. I’m not sure why. I just like knowing it’s still there and active. And it’s still something I monitor on his behalf should anything of substance ever arrive. It’s one of the more mundane ways I honor him. I’ve long ago archived all the emails that he sent and received…

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A Guest Blogger…of sorts

Today’s date is significant for me. It’s the third anniversary of Ken’s hemipelvectomy. (You can read more about it in last year’s blog if you’d like.) Because of this anniversary–like so many that have come and gone, Ken has been heavily on my mind this week. More so than usual. And I think it would be fitting…

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The Year of Living Dangerously (in Uptown)

Mentioning Uptown in my previous post made me think of this. Since getting Kallie in a new day care situation closer to home I’ve been able to return to my normal route of taking Lake Shore Drive to get to work. (It’s fun to say to co-workers and superiors, “I took LSD this morning.”) As…

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The Year of Living Dangerously (in Uptown)

Since getting Kallie in a new day care situation closer to home I’ve been able to return to my normal route of taking Lake Shore Drive to get to work. (It’s fun to say “I took LSD this morning.”) As I was driving toward the lake the other morning I took Wilson Ave. When I…

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Dangerous Liaisons in Pine Valley

While driving home from the Apple Store today in Lincoln Park, I passed a Bank of America branch on Clybourn Avenue. Sitting in traffic near it, waiting for the light to turn, I was reminded that it wasn’t always a bank branch, and was in fact part of my early years in retail hell in…

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If You Build It, They Will Come (like it or not)

I grew up in the church–or rather I grew up in a church. No, my parents weren’t a pair evangelical ministers–they were a pair of…other “colorful” nicknames throughout the years. I grew up in a church because my dad stumbled upon one for sale in rural town he’d driven through on his travels working for…

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Towels, Trips & the Hope Diamond

It’s hard to remember a time I didn’t live in Chicago. The city feels as much like a treasured friend as the corporeal ones I’ve made since moving here twenty years ago. It offers a comfort and a feeling of “home” like no other place I’ve lived. I consider it a city that hasn’t gotten…

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