There’s No Place Like It

There is no doubt how much I love living in Chicago; how much I love my home and my neighborhood. But when I have a little time off, there is something I love about going to my hometown to see my folks. I never viewed my tiny farming hometown as quaint until long after I…

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The Ghost of Remington House

My parents bought a Baptist Church when I was one to rehab it into our family home in the early 1970s. Growing up–upon hearing we lived in a former church–people always remarked about how blessed it must have been. How filled with angels it was. Kind of. Not. It didn’t feel like anything more than my…

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The Rule of Three

One day in sixth grade, my classmate Dusty asked, “Ronnie, do you know what the strongest geometric shape is?” Though out of the blue, he seemed pretty confident about this topic–and the answer. I had no idea what he was talking about. I hated geometry and preferred spending time in my head thinking about important…

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Our First Home

Writing my previous blog and looking at the photos I inserted into the post reminded me of our first year in LA. And of the first home Ken and I ever shared together. We didn’t live together in Chicago for the year-and-a-half before we moved West (thinking of now makes me wonder how I could…

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The Happy of the Holidaze

It’s difficult to believe it’s been three years since I’ve been to Southern California–specifically for Christmas. Even more difficult to believe: that it was a trip made without Ken and that it’s my second Christmas without him. In so many ways it felt so normal and so “usual” for me. And for that I’m incredibly…

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Thankful.

[Her majesty is in the hizzy!] When I took Kallie for a walk last evening, the streets of the neighborhood seemed electrified–abuzz with pre-Thanksgiving activity before the city lies down to be still while we celebrate the holiday. People talking and laughing as they pulled luggage on wheels, probably heading out of town for the…

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Treading in Memories

It’s been a busy week. Ken has been on my mind a lot. Last weekend my brother-in-law Craig (Ken’s brother) and nephew were in town for a hockey tournament. My nephew Nate is one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing (and loving). And he is a badass goalie on the…

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What His Birthday Inspires

I knew it was looming ahead, but never took the time to confirm until I returned to work recently and began regularly looking at a calendar again to realize Ken’s birthday was fast approaching. Very fast. Today is Ken’s birthday. I have to say I really like typing that in the present tense (is–not was,…

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Birthday Bling

One of the activities I had planned for my birthday last Friday was a visit to the salon for a mani/pedi. I’ve only had a handful of them in my life and all but one of those were with Ken we lived in LA. He loved to rock some nail polish and–man, how he rocked…

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