Happy Easter Monday to those who celebrated! I hope you had a joyful day. It is not Orthodox Easter yet; we mark the day one week after everybody else this year. Somehow, resurrection, the defeat of death, and the subversion of imperial power all seem so timely this year, more necessary than ever; the celebration […]
As I was staggering through my dog walk yesterday morning on newly icy, slushy sidewalks due to a freakish mid-March snow, and a blast of wind slammed a nearly blizzardlike wall of ice flecks into my face, I wondered why no one ever told me that pet ownership in Chicago is so hard. Oh, I’ve […]
I am really throwing a lot at you here today. Read this in bits and pieces as convenient. Three essays plus commentary on Cuba’s current situation? Who has time for this! But here it all is, in honor of a frigid February escape some years back, and a country that’s still stuck in my heart, […]
Full disclosure, this is an old essay that I’ve trotted out for several Arizona Statehood Days. That is, Valentine’s Day. They’re the same. Arizona became a state on February 14, 1912, having suffered some delays in attaining entry to the union because its state constitution was just a titch too progressive. Arizonans were distrustful of […]
Honestly it’s hard to get through the days these days, listening to the news and watching the astonishing video that regular folks have been capturing for months now but which seems to get worse and more violent with each passing day. But even saying you have a problem with masked, unidentified men in camo with […]
If you’re ready to start planning your Easter menu, I’m here to help! These cinnamon rolls are perfection at an Easter brunch. And the rizogalo, or rice pudding, that follows is a happy uncomplicated ending to an Easter dinner when you’re totally exhausted and need pure comfort. Whole Wheat Caramel RollsDon’t let the name fool […]
March, as I’ve written about previously, is a challenging month in Chicago, for me. It’s too much brown and gray and withered, and too little evidence that there will ever be green again. That branches will ever be anything but dead sticks. That vines will ever be verdant again. March taunts, sneering at me to […]