I’m sitting here in my apartment on the outskirts of Tbilisi, Georgia tonight, listening to people screaming and yelling at one another. To my uncomprehending ears, it sounds like a dreadful domestic dispute, and I feel helpless. In my memory, I am catapulted back to my time in Chicago’s Back of the Yards neighborhood, where … Continue reading
I recently went to the Art Institute of Chicago to see the “Van Gogh’s Bedrooms” exhibit with my friend Michelle, and it was worth the visit. What was especially significant about this particular exhibit is that this was the first time all three of Van Gogh’s bedroom paintings were in the same space in North America, and, … Continue reading
“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: ‘Winter is dead.’” A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young As far as I’m concerned, this week was the first week of spring. I got to wear my beloved flip flops (which have traveled with me around the world). … Continue reading
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