My title is influenced by Frida Kahlo’s What the Water Gave Me. Lake Michigan has a magnetic energy that pulls me in with every glance. I’m like a moth drawn to the flame. It is mesmerizing, energizing, and always inspiring. But despite my love for all things aquatic, this is
This summer has introduced me to a newfound love of nature. I have been camping more times than I can count, but this summer and during the pandemic is the first time I actively sought out nature. When I saw an event for kayaking and a cookout for $20 at
Going to the Drive-In during COVID I haven’t been to a drive-in since the late nineties. If memory serves me correctly, I saw a double feature of Twister and Erasure in the south suburbs. And in the movie Twister, a tornado hits a drive-in. This experience was much better. And
I was a teenager of the nineties. When I lived in the burbs, we had one store, Radio Swap, that sold cool nineties accoutrements: cassette tapes, psychedelic accessories, Manic Panic hair dye, silver body jewelry, etc. Quality glitter was almost obsolete in the suburbs. Glitter was not the easiest thing
Frosty’s versus Santa Baby Battle of the Holiday Bars 2019 begins. My friends and I first visited Frosty’s and then later in the week, trekked to Santa Baby bar. Warning: This battle of the bars lacks objectivity – I went to Frosty’s at night and Santa Baby in the daytime.
2020. Close your eyes. What do you see? What is your vision? I make resolutions. I read horoscopes. I make wishes when I see 11:11. Last year felt like a roller-coaster in both good ways and bad ways. When my friend suggested going to Portia King’s Bumble 2020 Vision Party,
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. I went to Chicago’s One of a Kind Show at the Merchandise Mart. I went without a game plan, but with a two hour time limit. I was determined to only find things that stood out from the usual art,
I’ve waited for the bus across the street from St. Jane Hotel more times than I can count. While listening to the reggae beats of Mr. Brown’s Lounge, I’ve glanced into the posh window of Free Reign and glimpsed into a life more stylish than mine. Until today. St. Jane