michaella & me

Meet my 7-year old BFF, Michaella.  And look at all of that sugar that she surrounded us with!  My teeth hurt just looking at it.  After a few weeks of making valentines for friends & family members, Michaella hosted a party for her friends- which turned out to be a surprise for me when I came in … Continue reading michaella & me

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love, save the empty. save me.

"I used to have an appetite for my life but now it is gone. I want to go some place where I can marvel at something."   ~Elizabeth Gilbert, "Eat Pray Love" For reasons unbeknownst to yours truly, my appetite has vanished.  Literally and figuratively.  As far as food goes, all I seem to be desiring … Continue reading love, save the empty. save me.

you feel like breathing.

I admit, I haven't opened up too much about what's been going on lately... besides those awful bed bugs.  Last week was draining- physically, mentally, and emotionally- for many reasons that include work, volunteering, planning a surprise baby shower, oh, and those bed bugs definitely took up some of my limited free time.  But last week is now a thing of the … Continue reading you feel like breathing.

there’s nowhere else i’d rather be

Just like Fight Club, the first rule of volunteering at the children's hospital is: You cannot talk about volunteering at the children's hospital.   I'll do my best not to break the rule, but I'm going to bend it as much as I can.  After another blah day at work, I knew that kid therapy was … Continue reading there’s nowhere else i’d rather be

well this city’s growing cold, from the needle it heats. there’s howling wind rushing through these chicago streets.

As much as I love people-watching, especially in this crazy city, one of my favorite things is walking the streets of Chicago when they're empty.  Just me and the open road...Chicago-style, since I don't have the luxury of driving anymore. After a much-needed spinning class last night, I found myself nearly alone walking through my neighborhood in the chilly … Continue reading well this city’s growing cold, from the needle it heats. there’s howling wind rushing through these chicago streets.

this is you. it’s not showy or gaudy, just simple… elegant… beautiful.

It's a Friday night and I'm waiting for the last of my 6-dozen cupcakes to come out of the oven, and I promise you that I couldn't be happier.  Yes, I said cupcakes- not to be confused with neither jungle juice nor jello shots.  I actually did think about pouring a glass of wine (which would … Continue reading this is you. it’s not showy or gaudy, just simple… elegant… beautiful.