Chicago Stars
I’ve seen plenty of rats, had many awkward bus rides, and barely missed more trains that I can count.
I’ve seen plenty of rats, had many awkward bus rides, and barely missed more trains that I can count.
Streaming services offer more choices than I’m ever going to be able to watch, there are too many excellent restaurants in Chicago to try, and Instagram serves up too many aesthetics for me to commit to in one lifetime.
I love my in-unit washer and dryer—I have the pictures to prove it.
But there is something biblical and beautiful about commitment to community that is not quickly discarded when a promotion lures or a warmer climate beckons.
Snowballs were thrown, hands were frozen, and hearts were full as I enjoyed my first real snowfall.
“Do you have a rolling pin?” I ask her. “No, but I have a wine bottle that’ll do the trick,” she replies.
I don’t know if they all liked it, but it was my birthday.
If fashion trends exist on the Island of Lost Toys, perhaps they’re all wearing the mismatched earrings and socks our past selves misplaced.
Is it because linen clothes feel a tad bit more elegant than jeans?
When everyone gathered around her and started singing “Happy Birthday” in a key far too high, she knew to blow out the candles.