Disclosure: I’m a Pearachute ambassador (and stoked to be one). As such, I occasionally regale you with tales of the most gloriously cinchy drop-in classes around Chicagoland. Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and excessive sentimentality are entirely my own. *** Raising my kids in Chicago, I’m grateful for so many things; among them, a plethora of world-class restaurants and cuisine, exceptional public transit, and a positively bonkers amount of live theatre. Working with Pearachute has only amplified what I adore about this {Read More}
Which Netflix family are you? (A #StreamTeam quiz)
Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I’m here to save your holiday week with programming that truly understands your family. (Even if you don’t.) Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and requests to PleaseStopTouchingMe are entirely my own. *** Sometimes you just want to throw a blanket over your head and tune out the world, you know? (Don’t even pretend like you don’t know. You know.) Netflix feels you. Netflix wants to snuggle up next to you on {Read More}
What I know/what I have to believe/what I have to do
I almost posted this yesterday. I almost deleted it five times. I almost started it with a phrase like, “Okie doke, America, you wanted a non-politician? Congrats- you got one. Good luck landing that jet.” But I didn’t. Because a) it would seem like sour grapes and b) mixing metaphors is borderline inexcusable. (Although the bar for “borderline inexcusable” has been set real, real low. Hey-o!) No, but seriously, what the actual fuck. No, I didn’t mean to write that. Okay, {Read More}
‘Fun Home’ sifts memory from myth
“Don’t let this be in the past,” cartoonist Alison Bechdel beseeches her own memory as she scrambles to put down something- anything- onto into a sketchbook in the incredibly powerful Fun Home, based on the artist’s graphic novel. The trouble, of course, is that it’s all past, and it’s Alison’s job to sort the mythology of her Dad with the real, live truths that become more apparent as she nears his age at the time of his death. Dropping truth bombs in {Read More}
24 things which are real this week
24 things which are real this week I have the coolest 7 year-old in the history of children. (Her actual birthday choices included, among other things, an hour at the Art Institute, LEGOs, and at least three chapters of Encyclopedia Brown.) P.J. and I have a 7 year-old now. Halloween a mere two days after a birthday is heck on the system. Anti-inflammatory drugs are not nearly as much fun as narcotics. It’s possible to nap for three hours and still {Read More}
Shopping made easier (and cheaper) with Alfie
Disclosure: This post was brought to you by the good people at Kenmore and, specifically, the Kenmore Alfie. Although I’ve been compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and CRAZY AWESOME DEALS are entirely my own. ***** Oh, friends. Let me introduce you to Alfie, your new personal shopper/concierge/best friend amalgamation who will be on call for you everywhere you go. I could tell you more, but how about I show you more? Enjoy. First things first. Yes, my office is actually {Read More}
Bring your brains to Mathnasium’s TriMathlon, Chicago!
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Mathnasium, brought to you by the Chicago Mathnasium locations (West DePaul, Ravenswood and West Loop). That said, all thoughts, opinions, and gleefully left-brained family members are entirely my own. ***** I’m gonna need everyone (including my mother) to promise not to snicker at my participation in this one: I’m promoting a math event. Yes. A MATH event. While I’m, shall we say, slightly challenged in all things mathtacular, I seem to have been {Read More}