Nothing ‘Curious’ about this tale’s appeal

Photo: Joan Marcus

Imagine you stumble upon a murdered dog; everybody, including the neighbors and the police (whom you may or may not have accidentally struck), thinks you’re the killer. Now imagine- same scenario- except you’re a 15 year-old boy with extreme sensory issues, a brilliant mind for mathematics, an absolute inability to be touched (explaining that whole “striking a police officer” thing), and a crystal clear mission: to bring poor, murdered Wellington to justice. This is the premise of Mark Haddon’s explosively {Read More}

5 seemingly unrelated December thoughts

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The world is way too big right now and the month of December is entirely too short. Life is absolutely careening, my immune system issues are in yuck-ish stasis, and I find myself less and less equipped at dealing with the shebang. So this week- ha ha- I haven’t! Please enjoy my 5 random December thoughts- this week (so far): 5) You know how people are always talking about finding joy, holding joy, and other verb-y ways of keeping joy in {Read More}

Be a good guy.

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“Have a good day, buddy. Be…” “-A good guy,” he tells me. That’s Jasper’s constant- and recently new- refrain. This preschooler’s mantra has become oddly more effective than the looming TIME OUT on the couch, more than the seemingly random removal of toys, and definitely more than the promise that, if he’s patient, something nebulously awesome will happen in a half hour or so. Be a good guy.  Since this past summer, it’s seemed an adorably harmless and sweetly moral-compassy catchphrase {Read More}

16 things you should know about my Mom (a birthday list)

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Yes, it’s Tuesday. Yes, I’m going to go ahead and pretend it’s my normal Thursday posting date. (Listen, if recent events have taught me anything, it’s that- quite literally- anything can happen. Today I’m spinning that for good.) The main reason I’m posting today is to inform my fellow travelers on the internet that my mother, one Deborah J., is celebrating a birthday today. Which really means she’s being regaled throughout the day by her normal daughters, and then sporadically {Read More}

Pearachute has my gratitude this month- here’s why

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Disclosure: I’m a Pearachute ambassador (and stoked to be one). As such, I occasionally regale you with tales of the most gloriously cinchy drop-in classes around Chicagoland. Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and excessive sentimentality are entirely my own. *** Raising my kids in Chicago, I’m grateful for so many things; among them, a plethora of world-class restaurants and cuisine, exceptional public transit, and a positively bonkers amount of live theatre. Working with Pearachute has only amplified what I adore about this {Read More}

Which Netflix family are you? (A #StreamTeam quiz)

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Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I’m here to save your holiday week with programming that truly understands your family. (Even if you don’t.) Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and requests to PleaseStopTouchingMe are entirely my own. *** Sometimes you just want to throw a blanket over your head and tune out the world, you know? (Don’t even pretend like you don’t know. You know.) Netflix feels you. Netflix wants to snuggle up next to you on {Read More}

What I know/what I have to believe/what I have to do

I almost posted this yesterday. I almost deleted it five times. I almost started it with a phrase like, “Okie doke, America, you wanted a non-politician? Congrats- you got one. Good luck landing that jet.” But I didn’t. Because a) it would seem like sour grapes and b) mixing metaphors is borderline inexcusable. (Although the bar for “borderline inexcusable” has been set real, real low. Hey-o!) No, but seriously, what the actual fuck. No, I didn’t mean to write that. Okay, {Read More}

‘Fun Home’ sifts memory from myth

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“Don’t let this be in the past,” cartoonist Alison Bechdel beseeches her own memory as she scrambles to put down something- anything- onto into a sketchbook in the incredibly powerful Fun Home, based on the artist’s graphic novel. The trouble, of course, is that it’s all past, and it’s Alison’s job to sort the mythology of her Dad with the real, live truths that become more apparent as she nears his age at the time of his death. Dropping truth bombs in {Read More}