we will have salad

What you who are not from the Midwest might not know is that Chicago gives us many seasons, in the same week—in the same day—anytime it wants to. Saturday, for example, I spent the gloomy morning at the library, watching…

Still Happily

I’m not one of those people who used to be a vegetarian, but that’s not to say I haven’t thought about it sometimes. I read one of those Best American collections—I wish I could remember which one—in grad school, and…

the clear winner

Just so you know, this is not a blog post I’m writing late Sunday night, much later than usual, propped up in bed with pillows and blankets, aware of how soon morning will come. Also, I’m certainly not typing cliché…