Years ago, I went on a few dates with a guy from Kankakee, IL. That’s all he talked about. – “Back in Kankakee …” – “My friends in Kankakee …” – “That’s not how we do things in Kankakee …” (Jesus, dude, okay.) I didn’t like this guy very much, but I didn’t have much else…
I went back to my hometown of Chicago for 24 hours, earlier this week. I didn’t bring a gun because I don’t need to bring a gun. You can find ’em in any dumpster or playground around the city. For the past few years, Chicago has been a mess. The cops have been using a software program that…
Hello, bonjour, I am just back from France. My husband had a business trip. I asked to tag along. “I’ll be busy with work,” he said. “You’ll be alone for a few days. I can’t stay out late or drink too much during the week.” I’m like, “A decent night’s sleep and free time to wander…
Hello! About a year ago, it was a really big deal for a website to shut down its “comments” section. (See Copyblogger and PopSci.) The logic behind the decision was simple: you are too stupid to write anything helpful or productive. (And those editors were right, by the way. I was inspired.) The comments section…
I want to thank everyone for buying and reading my book. I really want to say, “No, it’s a shitty e-book about HR. It’s a small thing. Unimportant. I am just testing out the market to see if I have anything to say. One of these days, I’ll write something more meaningful.” Please don’t let…
My neighbors have a dog who is quite an escape artist in her old age. Last time she escaped? It was the dog sitter’s fault. This time? It was an invisible fence failure. The family wasn’t home, and I found the dog darting back and forth across a country road. I called the dog’s name and she jumped…
I’m not a big fan of Hey Soul Sister. That’s too bad because my dear friend, Sarah White, loves that song. I heard that song for the first time, years ago, after I turned off my car but left my headlights on during a long phone conversation in a parking lot outside of my gym. I…
Weddings are so fun. I was lucky enough to attend a dear friend’s wedding in Chapel Hill. The ceremony and reception did not disappoint. Family members and friends came together and socialized. I eavesdropped on private conversations between partners who thought no one was listening. And I watched people dance on the dance floor. So…
Sometimes I am afraid that I might be the last to know. The last to know what? I dunno. Nothing in particular. Everything. My fear of being the last to know is my emotional blind spot. An emotional blind spot is an area in your life where your judgment is impaired, obstructed or obscured. When…
This week is the fifth anniversary of my friend’s suicide. Time flies when you are dead. Mike Powroznyk was a childhood friend, a writer, and one hell of a human being. When he liked you, he really liked you. He was invested in you. It wasn’t enough to send letters or email messages. He wanted to…
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