When I was thirty-two years old, I was mugged. With ten years of city life in Chicago under my belt, a genetic disposition toward calculated risk (a ticker tape of pros and cons runs in a continuous loop through my head), and a fairly acceptable amount of caffeine flowing through my veins, I raced out …
Everyone loves a Cinderella story unless you’re the older, more experienced stepsister who, even though you’ve been around the block one too many times, are a little passive-aggressive and decidedly OCD, is used to getting your way. Like you, I prefer to take the underdog’s side in just about everything in life. Except college basketball. …
For reasons I don’t quite understand, a kind friend asked to interview me for the neighborhood paper. My responses, written at about 11:30 p.m. last night, are listed below. I realized immediately upon waking that these will never see the light of day in actual print, so I thought I’d share them with you. What …
READING BETWEEN THE PINES 