
It’s the ghost story no momma wants to re-live during the holidays. It’s the spine-chilling nightmare, the one that makes us toss and turn as we recite the phrases– “Sit still!” and “Say cheese!” and “Look here!” *Rattling toy* Continue reading

It’s the ghost story no momma wants to re-live during the holidays. It’s the spine-chilling nightmare, the one that makes us toss and turn as we recite the phrases– “Sit still!” and “Say cheese!” and “Look here!” *Rattling toy* Continue reading
While I was pregnant, Chris and I went on our usual Labor Day Weekend Chicago Getaway. There, we performed our ritual: wake up, go to Starbucks for a Macchiato and a Mocha–decaf of course–and walk to Navy Pier (only this time we took a cab–my fat round self didn’t want to huff the trip). Continue reading
This is a portrait of my youngest brother. I feel this kind of angle was perfect for him because it almost represents who he is as an individual–his personality resides in his strengths.
My brother suffers from both Asperger’s (recently renamed as another form of Autism) and Oppositional Defiant Disorder. One thing he doesn’t suffer from, however, is a lapse in creativity. He does tap dance, musical theater, hacks into video games and changes the scenes, and above all else, he draws. He loves to bring up his drawings, and for good reason. He rocks at it. Continue reading
I’ve never been very good at it, art, but I’ve often turned to the sketchpad when I’m at a loss. It’s a good fall back method when the writing gets stale, when I’m too lame to read, or when I just have nothing better to do. Continue reading