So I Skipped Yoga Sunday

I skipped yoga yesterday, not on purpose but my usual Sunday session just didn’t happen.

Instead, I spent two hours gardening and chatting with a friend. While I dug in the dirt and trimmed away dead foliage she painted an Easter card. Later that day she would color eggs with her dads.

My neighbors burned incense and chanted the Hare Krishna mantra. More neighbors from the temple nearby held a joyous and colorful procession to celebrate Holi. I thought I heard the blast of a far away ram’s horn, too. Continue reading “So I Skipped Yoga Sunday”

Dear French Press, it’s not you, it’s me…

Well it’s been a month. I really think I have given this French Press a valiant effort but I am done. Instead of leaving me feeling relaxed and sophisticated it has destroyed my morning routine.

French Press coffee takes so many steps. That barista is being modest and generous when she hands you that delicate pot; allowing you to take that coffee over the finish line, when she has done so much before you. Continue reading “Dear French Press, it’s not you, it’s me…”


They are, as I thought, daffodils! I think I planted some alliums too. They should come up in May!

I’m 50/50 on the thrift shop score today. Although if you count the lovely plaid coat it’s a thrift shop win again!

Finally, a bit of fashion advice. Try on last summer’s “absolute favorite” pant BEFORE you run around looking for a top to freshen the look. They might not be a favorite anymore. You change. Check things before you spend any time on who you were a couple of seasons ago.

Jussie Smollett and the People of Rogers Park

In the fall of 2018, we had three unsolved murders in Rogers Park. Two, at point-blank range, occurred over two days in October. Right now, there is $150,000 on the table to solve them. Some reports indicate that’s the highest reward for the suspect in a Chicago crime.

Earlier, a Northwestern graduate student was killed in “gang crossfire” in September. That crime occurred across the street from a bank. He’d lived here only a few days. I planted daffodils at the memorial his family created for him in the little park across the street. They are coming up now.

There has been no discernible movement on any of these cases. Continue reading “Jussie Smollett and the People of Rogers Park”

“Honoring” Women with Art

So this mural was unveiled last November. It’s intent was to honor women. Every time I walk by it I get a little perturbed.

First, the mural is buried on a seldom-used alley behind the Cultural Center. Garland Court is used as a loading dock for events at the Cultural Center. As if women’s accomplishments have not been hidden enough! As if the “dark alley” does not carry a powerfully sinister message to every woman on the world.

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Visiting Peterson Park

I visited the Peterson Park neighborhood today. I needed a change of place. The neighborhood has some of the city’s best MCM architecture. The tree graveyard at the edge of North Park Village feels prehistoric.

There was this quirky little gem on Central Park, just south of Peterson. I absolutely love this place! #nofilter!

Oh and they like to cover lots of ground when it comes to spiritual practice, too.

Just Another Day on the CTA

I made a Quality of Life decision this morning and jumped on a Red line train. Anyone who lives here knows what a leap of faith that is. It can be a shelter on rails. It looks like I found a new boyfriend though!

The first car had one person on it. The stench could blister paint. I held my breath, dashed for the door, hit the platform and jumped to the next car. The stench in the second car would have peeled that paint!

So out to the platform. I waited for a Purple line. I caught my usual train, with the usual conductor. I settled in, and started looking at my phone.

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My Latest Lunch Obsession

Flaco’s Tacos (yes, that means skinny in Spanish–the ice cream place across the patio is called Gordito’s!) is the home of my latest food obsession! Their “Street Corn” taco is delicious. Spicy chicken and smoky corn, with a sauce that completely duplicates the taste of an elotes!

It’s also a bargain at $2.95.

I had them for dinner on Sunday in Edgewater; then for lunch at the Chicago Ave. location on Monday!

I like mine with a Hibiscus margarita.

What Did I Plant?

I can’t remember what bulbs I planted in the fall. What will blossom in the yard is as much a mystery as what will blossom in my life.

I am also seriously thrilled that my lemon balm has again survived the winter.

Today’s thrift shop tally? Everything! Camel hair skirt from 111 North State-the Marshall Field store brand, and a classic black ribbed turtleneck from Eddie Bauer.

Bonus points for the wool beret and Neiman Marcus gloves!

L & L Tavern, A Visit Back to the 80s

3 April 2019

I had dinner with my son last night. He was uncharacteristically late so I had a little time to wander around one of my old neighborhoods.

I lived in what was called New Town (now called Boys Town) back in the early 80s. I was an occasional leather punk, with occasional blue hair. We hung in what was then a little bar, called Berlin. It’s twice the size it was now. It was within staggering distance from my home on Racine.

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Cleaning up Louis Sullivan…Or Not

2 April 2019

I love it when my ethics get me out of doing something I don’t want to do.

We have a dark-as-ebony fragment from the former Chicago Stock Exchange building. It lives in my office. It’s not on the sales floor-on purpose.

The Stock Exchange was demolished in 1972. It was designed by famed Chicago architect Louis Sullivan. There are fragments of it all over the nation. I have seen them at museums in Milwaukee, Minnesota, and New York.

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Suffragette City

1 April 2019

Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and sometimes Lucretia Mott get all the suffragette love. But we had a Chicago woman who was just as invested in the future of women in America.

Myra Bradwell was the first woman admitted to the Illinois bar, founder and publisher of the Chicago Legal News, largely responsible for Mary Lincoln’s release from Bellevue Place and a suffragette.

She’s buried here in Chicago at Rosehill Cemetery. Last weekend, I left her a little token to thank her for all her work.

Every woman must remember we’ve been allowed to do this for less than 100 years. People lose rights all the time. We must be vigilant and use it or we could lose it. OWM fear us, and they should.