Posts Tagged ‘Chicago’
Kickstart My Heart, Part II
So. While I was headed down to the gym earlier tonight (at 10:30! What a joke!) I was struck with the most certain terrifying thought that if I didn’t write down all of the wedding weekend festivities, I’d just…forget. I mean, hey, we all say things like, [Read More]
Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Place
December 11 The best place. A coffee shop? A pub? A retreat center? A cubicle? A nook? I really had to think about this one. In the end, I picked the most mundane of places: our current apartment. Back in Chicago, we lived in a huge, drafty 1400-square-foot spot. It was a [Read More]
Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Challenge
So Gwen Bell is doing this project, okay? It’s not really about getting people to read your stuff, it’s more an opportunity to reflect on all of the things that have happened over the course of 2009. We already know that I’ve been terrible about blogging [Read More]
Oh, look. It’s the end of the tunnel.
Well, it’s the end of one tunnel, anyway. I believe I am finally fed up with being inactive. What happened? This: I mean that quite literally. Over the course of the day yesterday, I ate an entire pizza. I mean that I had a slice of cold pizza for breakfast, two [Read More]
Oh, HI THERE!
My goodness, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. You’ll excuse my absence, please…I’ve been holed up, working on my project for National Novel Writing Month. It’s over now, though, and I should really stop neglecting this [Read More]
They do things that they’d never do on Broadway…
I am fighting some kind of wacked-out head and chest cold. It is making my thought process fuzzy, but perhaps that’s more the incredibly long weekend I had. It started on a Wednesday, you see, with some visits with old friends from college and one much more recently [Read More]
They’re here…
Some people have talismans. I have memories of food, and I carry them everywhere. They do me just as well, providing me with comfort and more often than not some fodder for thought. I know, that sounds bizarre. But it’s true. I love food. I love the preparation of it, [Read More]
