Our journey began at what still seems like today, because a real night of sleep has not been achieved. I worked on Thursday until late afternoon in downtown Chicago and then hopped on the CTA with my weekend bag. Meanwhile, my husband was Read More »
The 50-week pregnant pause
There is nothing like the feeling of having Arsenal tickets in hand. It is the feeling of adventure, possibility. Also, the opposite feeling–coming home, groundedness. Last month, when the Arsenal v. Olympiacos Champions League tickets in my hand were going to be consumed by my husband and a friend and not by me, there were new feelings: loss, envy, coveting. A feeling of what-if-I-take-these-tickets-right-now-and-hop-on-a-plane?Read More »
Intelligence + competence = monkey tail
Taking Stock
So….you’re sticking it to yourself
Day of Three Happiness
I take no pleasure in Chelsea’s slow motion dive into the dismal abyss. Jose Mourinho is indeed the best manager Chelsea have ever had, just like he said in the post-match conference yesterday.
I thought I would type those things just to see how it felt. It felt like I was a liar with my pants on fire.Read More »
The best of us, the worst of us
To dare is to do
No, I have no inspirational message for you today. I merely refer to the sign that until Wednesday was hanging at White Hart Lane. Read More »
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