First published August 3, 2015 I wrote a piece for Chicago Parent about John Hughes in January 2015, including addresses such as his former home, the cemetery where he is buried, and his favorite pizza restaurant. Then, one late May night, my friend Jen and her boyfriend George were walking around Lake Forest, Illinois, looking… Continue reading Walking in John Hughes Footsteps: Movie Locations & Addresses
So Easy, My Sister Dog Can Do It
I have a sister dog. Not like a sister wife. Not even close. She is my parents’ dog, and I love her like a human sister. Possibly more. I never had to share clothes or shoes with her, and we have never fought over a boyfriend. She has been part of our lives for nine… Continue reading So Easy, My Sister Dog Can Do It
Return to Snake Island-Cedar Point 2015
Last week, we got to go on a little family getaway to Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. A few years ago, we met up with my brother and his family there, and this year, we decided to do it again — this time also meeting up with our dear friend Vikki and her family.… Continue reading Return to Snake Island-Cedar Point 2015
The Day I Ran Away From Home
My husband works long hours. With my perimenopause symptoms, headaches, and the kids' schedules, this year has been difficult. Especially in the last few weeks. Lots of tears, frustration, temper tantrums, and storms from the morning until the lights went out at night. I literally turned off my phone after my youngest got off the… Continue reading The Day I Ran Away From Home
Our Family Dynamic
Each month Netflix gives a writing prompt, and this month it was about unconventional families, tied to the show Grace and Frankie. The question was: what is it about your modern family that you would not trade for anything in the world? Our little family has been modern, unconventional, quirky—whatever word fits—for almost nine years… Continue reading Our Family Dynamic
Channeling Mr. Hughes
I know you think there's something wrong with me. A part of me wonders if there's something wrong with me as I try to recreate my adolescent years by sitting at a dead director's grave and writing for hours on end. But it was this realization that struck me on a humid early spring day… Continue reading Channeling Mr. Hughes