you think, or you know? does anybody really know when it’s right?

Once again I feel the need to apologize.  Here I am claiming to be an open book on my blog, yet I've been anything but that lately... for the most part.  There are many things that I've haven't shared on here, including one incredible day (on Sunday) as a volunteer with Karma Kitchen and my acceptance into the Child Life …

it’s not always rainbows and butterflies

Another whirlwind week for this girl.  Again I find myself in disbelief that it is Friday night.  What even happened this week?  Being sick is what threw a curveball into my typical routine, and oh yeah, my friend Laura was in town for 1.5 days.  Now it's all coming back to me... I sit here …

life’s better as a mystery.

I thought, maybe it's a sign, after I saw a sign for tarot card readings last night and again this morning.  Hmmm...maybe I should have it done here.  Afterall I've always been curious.  So I posted "to get my tarot cards read or not to" as my Facebook status today (for fun) and this is …

what if..i’m not what you think… i am?

I've been sitting on the concept for this post for the past three days.  On Friday night, at the end of a 3-hour phone call with my Libby (one of my best friends since college who currently resides in Atlanta),  I found myself immediately captivated with an unforeseen thought as our conversation led to a …

memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

If I can say one good thing about my commute to work is that it allows me a version of 'me' time.  Some days I'm able to read, other days I listen to music, and if I'm feeling like a multi-tasker then I'll do both.  But there are also days when I do neither and stare out …

to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance

I sent this card to my Pap about two years ago when my Grandma was unexpectantly put in the hospital for a few days.  Unfortunately my Pap passed away last summer on July 29th, but seeing this graphic today reminds me of the day I sent this to him.  I love this card.  I've sent it …

still the same, but different

Remember that Kelly Clarkson song, Miss Independent, or am I the only one?  I'm probably the only one.  Anyways, so I heard another song of hers this evening and (the wine, most likely) made me think about this song that was popular the summer before I went to Ohio (2003).  Why do I remember this?  …

those lessons learned remind me i survived

This morning's commute was a little longer than usual with a lot of time waiting for the first train to come.  Fortunately I knew that it was going to be a long day so I stopped at Starbucks before boarding my first train.  Yes, I take more than one train to work.  Long story for …

my morning train

I first have to say that unfortunately this is not the view during my morning commute to work.  For some it is, but I, on the other hand, travel away from the downtown Chicago- very, very far north to a land called Skokie.  Oh, the stories I could tell you about the characters I see.  I'm …