Just finished an uplifting weekend at a time when I was beginning to wonder whether I was still liftable. It started with, of all things, a wake on Saturday morning. Yes, there is inherent sadness in all such events. But always there is recognition of what really matters, and most always, when someone leaves, we […]
Most of the time I walk the mile-and-a-quarter to and from work. But when the weather here in Chicago turns extreme, or I’m running late, I take the Red Line subway. The Red Line runs from the South Side, through Chinatown, to the North Side, so the cars are full of human diversity. White people, […]
Care givers are overworked, underpaid, and will be in short supply.
I’m still a little out of rhythm after the events of the past few weeks. I think it’s been the past few weeks. Anyway, like I said. In the course of trying to re-enter routines, I’m beginning to do my usual mishmash of online reading. One of the things I just bumped into via The Beachwood Reporter […]
Here’s my husband Mike Knezovich with the first of his “Mondays with Mike” installments. When Martin Luther King Jr. was killed in 1968, I was 11 years old. Turmoil was everywhere—Viet Nam war protests, drugs, rock and roll, feminism, and of course, civil rights. Every thing was nuts, but still, in my little suburban world south of Chicago I […]