In world news, my sister Rachel ran the Boston Marathon on Monday. Considering all of the madness surrounding last year’s race (when she was forced to stop running painfully close to the finish line), I’m impressed at her strength. And considering that, while carrying laundry this past Monday, I had to sit on my second floor landing and catch my breath, I’m impressed by her ability to…do more stuff than me, physically. To sum up: she ran a mucca lot {Read More}
A RoundUp And- Oh, I Give Up On This Weather.
It’s Spring out there! (If you squint really hard and step over the snowbanks!) How about some blog readin’ to get you through this Wednesday? Like yours with no added through-line? Step right up! Things I Wrote On Less Sleep Than I Ever Could Have Imagined: My kids asked about graveyards and I completely bungled the job. Lyle Finds His Mother is now playing at Lifeline Theatre in Chicago. You should see it. Here’s why. A piece I wrote about the {Read More}
A RoundUp- Or- Skinny Theatergoing Without Jackets.
I am so happy it’s sunny today, you guys, even though I totally have post traumatic stress about the winter. And I probably will for months to come. Oh, it’s 50 degrees today but will snow tomorrow? That’s cool, I’ve yet to take off my parka. Just in case. Post Traumatic Stress Parka- that’s the name of my new book of introspective essays. Stuff You Probably Missed While Being Out Of Doors (With Or Without Parka): Don’t even be jealous {Read More}
A Round Up. And It’s Kinda Spring.
And hey pals, good news: For all of you Chicagoans with tweens who didn’t win the Adventure Stage Chicago tix to see SPARK: Chapter One of the Prometheus Project…you can still see the show on the cheap! Simply call 773.342.4141 or order tickets online at www.adventurestagechicago.com and enter the code LOLLYGAG for 20% off! (Occasionally I come in handy. For a very specific demographic.) Now- onward to your required reading for the day. It Ain’t Buzzfeed But It Passes The {Read More}
A RoundUp, Sleep Failures, & Way Too Much Theatre.
Happy Wednesday, friends! Well, over here in wonderland-tastic Chicago, we’ve swapped eyeball-freezing snow drifts for…foggy, drizzly mud puddles! (…Yaaaaaaay.) So here’s what you might’ve missed while out and about enjoying our schizophrenic weather patterns. (Or whatever it is you people do who live in temperate, coherent climes.) Things I Wrote While Weeping Out The Window: Sometimes, occasionally, we do not sleep. Here is why. Over the weekend? I loved on some Netflix. And science! (Do not adjust your computer screens, {Read More}
A Recap, Chicago Fun, And- It’s SNOWING?
Temps reached nearly 60 degrees the other afternoon and the entirety of Chicago celebrated by throwing away their shoes. So, obviously, today is blizzarding. Since all the stuff you probably wanted to do got cancelled, here’s some light reading material. Things You Need To Know (Because I Wrote Them): It’s true. I’m a hoarder. 100 Things? I can’t even manage 100 words. Susannah is now an un-caged monkey. Lock up yo’ bananas. Like free theatre tickets? How about TWO PAIRS of theatre {Read More}
A Recap, My Travolta Name, & Things That Beat Another Blanket Tent.
Local peeps, there is so much wonderfulness afoot. (Not the weather, though. Hahahaha. No.) I mean arts-wise. Stuff I Find Ridiculously Cool: On Sunday, March 9th from 11am to 3pm, the Ruth Page Center for the Arts is hosting their annual Open House for dance and fitness classes. This means you can sample any of their 30-minute introductory classes (for kiddos and adults) FOR FREE. And you can try as many as you like: acrobatics, Pilates, Afro-Cuban dance and everything else you [I] {Read More}
A Recap (And Some Dad Love).
This morning, Nora just about exploded with pride and gleeful excitement as she got ready for school. Why? Oh, no big deal, just the fact that her Dad was gonna be the room parent today. (“Remember to introduce Dad to your friends, Nora.” “Oh, I don’t need to do that- everyone knows MY DAD.”) It made me think back to when my Dad was the field trip chaperone, and what crazy-terrific days those were. (I mean, it was MY DAD. {Read More}