At Least They're Committed

Sometimes I feel like I’m something else entirely and that I just can’t figure out what it is. At times like this, when something horrible has happened to our children once again, I feel frustrated and trapped by this body because I’m pretty sure I could be of service were I free of it. Read more

I dragged my carcass into the conference room and Sharon asked how I was doing. “Great!” I said, grimacing. “It looks like you hurt your back,” she replied. I laughed. Nah, it was Day 1 of hitting the gym, and I rode the bus today which is also a bit of a walk. I only… Read more

You were standing in the booth at Old Chicago next to your grandpa. We were all talking, including you. You liked the light! Oh, and the neon baseball sign. And in addition to your chicken tenders and fruit, you had great fun reaching into your grandpa’s calzone and pulling out sausage and cheese and downing them as your… Read more

I had an amazing day yesterday — first a long lunch with Kenn then happy hour(s) with Caitlin and Danielle — and I was in an exceptional mood this morning on my way to work. And then I wasn’t. The heights I’d reached heading to the office were surpassed by the low I hit — all in… Read more

People have been very kind, asking me what life changes I’ll need to make with my new, bionic self. And I’m quick to say, “I’ll have to have pedicures the rest of my life.” They laugh and say, “Oh, it must be rough!” I nod and smile. Uh, yes, it is. Who the eff came up… Read more

Strolling to the restaurant down the block with Jon and Darren and watching various alley debris skitter across the pavement, we began discussing interesting things we’d discovered that had been discarded. Jon once found a paper with someone’s life and career goals written on it, including the pros and cons of the two women the person… Read more