The Unflattering History of Sports (and me)

My first attempt at sports left a bad taste in my mouth. The briny taste of tears, in fact. I was five or six and was “encouraged” to sign up for little league baseball like all the other little boys were eagerly doing–probably of their own volition. My parents–along with my Old World Polish grandpa–took…

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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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Music to My Ears

I went to bed pretty early last night. As a result my eyes opened at 4:30 a.m. this morning. It was fortuitous because I could hear Kallie, who was lying on the bedroom floor, whining a little–waiting for me to wake up. When she whines, it’s a pretty sure sign she needs to “poodle” (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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The Day They All Knew My Name

With only a couple of months until high school graduation to go, I was content to quietly slip out the doors of my sleepy, small town high school and into my future at college. But one chilly spring morning in 1986, everyone knew my name as it was screeched out over the school’s PA system….

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Five Gems Shared at the Chop Shop

When it’s time for a haircut, it’s time for a haircut. I become Rainman-like in my need to get it handled, changing any other plans I might have had if necessary. I can only stand a “dirty” neckline for so long before I need to be clipped, trimmed and coiffed. In stark contrast to my…

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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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Whispers of Birthdays Past

Within my families June is a busy birthday month. Yet I constantly forget it also contains mine until someone reminds me. Not as surprising, the same thing happened last year–as my birthday will forever occur exactly two weeks after Ken died. I had hoped it would be different this year–and I suppose it is. I’m…

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LOA Update #1

My original intent for my LOA was to blog every single day, but that hasn’t happened. Then I meant to post an update of week 1, but I was just too drunk to get to it. But now as I am in the midst of week 2, I feel I have enough to report. I…

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