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Cold rain

One of my first weather-related memories of growing up in Chicago was the Blizzard of ’79 (cue ominous music). I was five years old and we lived in an apartment house that had a huuuuuuge tree in the front yard. …

Bad words

There are some words that the boys have learned from me and I’m not terribly thrilled about it. You know the kind…the four-letter type that, when repeated in front of your in-laws, cause much embarrassment and mea culpas. But there …

Happy Birthday

It’s my honey’s birthday today. It’s a big one. He didn’t want a party, didn’t want a shidig (and I tried!), just wanted to go out for dinner and have fun with me. I’m honored. He is such a wonderful …