A love like that

Fighting my tired eyes, I promised myself I’d read one more chapter of the book I’m trying to finish before going to bed a few nights ago. And then I came upon this passage: “In October 1969, I met Regina Ann Walsh, Genie, object of thirty-seven years of passion and devotion . . . hippie…

The secret is mine to tell

When I am a grandmother, I shall wear my voluminous blue shawl around the house in a nod to my Gran status. But, I will combine it with chunky jewelry, French perfume and red lipstick in a nod to my ever-young soul. My granddaughter (I feel in my bones I will have one) will see…

One of THOSE people

My friend Matt, from the vantage point of his long-term relationship and semi-retired life, often decides to “fix” my life. I find this particularly amusing and endearing because he is a big bear of a man, at about 6’4”. His MO is about as far from “Dear Abby” as you can get. And yet. I…

What will you accept?

I grew up thinking there were two kinds of women. My neighborhood was filled with the first kind. They wore flip-flops with flowers on the top. They made Kool-Aid and kept fresh carrot sticks in water in a cup in the refrigerator for after-school snacks. They vacuumed and made dinner and took walks with their…

More than one steady march today

I know quite a few women marching in the D.C. rally today for women’s rights. And some in our local rally here in Chicago. While I am generally outspoken, I am not much of a marcher. It is not that I don’t value the message and the show of solidarity. I do. I certainly do….

The danger in unused rooms

As I type these words, I am sitting in a room in my house I have not sat in for months. Yet, it is the one room in this house that sold me on my future abode when the realtor showed it to us. I sat on the sofa, looking out the window, taking in…

Finding the grownups

What I didn’t expect was the backlash from my liberal friends. The expectation that I would be as outraged as they were was palpable. Oh honey, I wanted to say, I was done with outrage years ago. Allow me to explain. The recent election has seemed to further divide America instead of uniting us. As…

They say I come from bitchy stock

The only time I slapped a man across the face, I think I was as stunned as he was. It was a couple of decades ago, in a Lincoln Park pub. You’d assume he was someone I did not know very well, but this was not the case. The man I slapped had been a…

On the mutually exclusive: Deadlines and pretty packages

I blinked and looked at the photo twice, just to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. They weren’t. There, on the back of this potential online dating match’s shirt, was a line that read: “I’m not gay. But $20 is $20.” Charming. Needless to say, I swiped left and closed the app….

Kristineapalooza

I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I gave much of my wardrobe away during the festivities. In this way, it wasn’t really…

Dust in the wind

The unexpected forecast last weekend was for dust in the wind—at least in my hometown. Not coincidentally, just a couple of days ago I looked much like the young boy you see pictured here. If you read my recent blog on romance and all things related, you will remember that I wrote a letter to…

“Hey Mom, you forgot something”

My mother, God love her, departed this world in 2011 leaving behind six daughters, a dozen grandchildren and a few great grandchildren—all a loving testament to who she was. I have no quarrel with these leave-behinds. In fact, I call them family. But, recently, as I gazed at a photo of two friends and I…