So I have Lyme Disease, apparently. A perfectly obvious follow up to my wild woodland traipses this summer, in Maine and Michigan before that, two of the globe’s tick hotbeds. But the symptoms of Lyme deferentially forbore to reveal themselves until after my husband and I returned home from our 30th anniversary trip to Detroit. […]
I knew I was back in Hyde Park when I heard the irritating squawk of a monk parakeet through my open window as we drove east on 55th street. I always felt so at home returning from Midway Airport down the boulevard, past the Mexican markets and the carnitas places, the more or less permanent […]