The key to happiness*

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(*…is something I do not have, sorry.) I consider myself a decently happy person. It’s true. I mean, is the world an increasingly frightening place in which to bring up my children and is the list of my chronic pain, fatigue, and immuno-related illnesses piling up like some barely insurable Dagwood sandwich for which I’ll need way more than a handful of napkins (proving, yet again, that not only am I part of the problem, I might actually BE the {Read More}

Splashing, spinning & soaring kids in Chicago

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Disclosure: This physical activity magnificence is sponsored by some of our favorite places around Chicago. Even though I’m being compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and utterly fearless children are entirely my own. *** Listen, bedtime doesn’t help itself along. And when your kiddos have a touch of the Chicago Spring Fever (thanks, global warming!), getting that energy out in short, adorable bursts pretty much benefits everyone. Here’s what we did during weeks 1 and 2! And here’s where we played recently: {Read More}

Avoidance, a.k.a, three more minutes, please.

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There are weeks where I’m feeling quite gung-ho about vigilance, justice, and general pants-putting-on-itude. See if you can guess if this has been one of those weeks. Recently, I’ve done this: Watched The Entire Twilight Series. Oh, not so bad, you say? What if I tell you I started the first one on a weeknight when P.J. was out, mainlined the second while he was snoring in bed beside me mere hours later, demolished the third one in ten-minute increments throughout {Read More}

To my Auntie Joan, who showed me how to “treasure.”

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If there’s anything that my Auntie Joan taught me, it’s that collections can be become treasures. Treasures can become household-defining. And, when passed on to the right person, the whole shebang becomes elevated beyond a group of tchotchkes to a mantel (or room) worth of heirlooms that make your heart sing. How else to explain my fierce adoration of the whimsical pewter animals- some with startled expressions- gracing my desk? Or the teacups, so many teacups, from her travels across {Read More}

Splashing and splitzing around Chicago: Weeks 1 & 2

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Disclosure: My kids are lucky li’l ducks to be offered so many complimentary classes. But although I’m being compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and snoring offspring are entirely my own. *** That trio of mine enjoys staying supremely active. (And I enjoy letting them out crazy amounts of excess afternoon energy; it’s a little bit like letting a bit of steam eke out of a very full, very shouty teapot.) And thanks to Goldfish Swim School and Design Dance- our two {Read More}

Groundhog’s Day, a.k.a. social media balance

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Today is Groundhog’s Day. Don’t you wish it were like the movie Groundhog’s Day, where the most important thing in the world was to change up your particular plot line, a la the film Groundhog’s Day? Don’t you wish that all you had to worry about in the world was finding time to sit down and watch Bill Murray in Groundhog’s Day? Yeah, me too. Oh, friends. Someday soon my brain will allow me to craft elaborate narratives again, instead of {Read More}

What I know to be true today: January 26th, 2017

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OhmyGAWD it’s been a week, hasn’t it? (What do you mean, it’s only Thursday? …That’s cool. I thought it was Tuesday for at least three hours this morning.) In a week like this (in a month like this, in a year like this, in an election cycle and subsequent four years like this), it’s good to check in with myself (and others) on what I know to be true today. Here’s what I know to be true today: Chicago is, {Read More}

Having “the talk” with the #StreamTeam

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Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I share tidbits about the streamiest best in programming each month; even though I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and gaps in parental duty are entirely my own. (Unless some of the gaps can be attributed to P.J.) *** The Talk Having “the talk” has been a rite of passage (for sweaty-palmed parents) since the beginning of time; and guess what? Their offspring probably know every single thing they’re being awkwardly told, and could {Read More}