Today is a special day. It’s the day that I decided to take a chance.
Many years ago, I met a Norwegian boy and he made it clear, he liked me. I had just ended a bad relationship, so was hesitant to get back in the saddle, so to speak. But after some time, the Norwegian asked me to give him a grain of a chance to try to make me happy. And on Feb. 10, 1998 I figured, why not? I mean, somebody has … Read more ...
We were driving to the city for our date night and I had no idea where we were going. Hubby knows how much I love surprises, so many date nights are like this.
Though I knew this date was different since I asked him earlier in the day whether I should wear heels. He advised against it. Hmmmm. That usually means I’ll be dancing.
We were west of Chicago’s Loop and I started to get excited. The United Center is over here, are we going … Read more ...
It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that like with most things with motherhood, I’m fumbling around in the dark.
Digging through my 5-year-old’s backpack, I ran across a worksheet on Martin Luther King, Jr. Curious, I asked him what he learned about King in school.
Image from mattlemmon.
He told me that white people used to not let brown people do things and King made a lot of white people mad because he was helping the brown people.
Hmmm. Well, kinda.
Since … Read more ...
We all know that I’ve got a new drug. I wish it were exercise, but whatevs. It’s something even better.
In my previous post, I told you how I stumbled onto the craft of storytelling. Hearing people on stage telling true yarns of their adventures, some happy, some sad, others randomly in between. All of them honest, stark and bare.
Reading my First story at the Holiday Club in Chicago at the Story Club Chicago event. Photo via Lily Be.
I’d quickly fallen in … Read more ...
I’ve got a new obsession. It’s storytelling.
It’s not the stories I cover as a journalist, this my friends is much different. It’s part of an old/new genre that’s growing in Chicago where people gather to hear true stories about each other’s lives.
It’s a bit of a throwback to the days when we’d gather around the fire to roast the freshly caught deer, duck or squirrel. Or fast forward a few generations to after Thanksgiving dinner and the grown folks tell tales from the … Read more ...