Summer for my soul


I've realized something since moving back to the Chicago area from Colorado two years ago. I love summer. I mean, I really love summer. It's not like we didn't get summer in Denver, for we certainly did (and my poor friends are suffering through a brutal heat wave right now), but it was different. It wasn't … Continue reading Summer for my soul

Not the summers of my youth


Summer break has arrived at the House of Chaos, though you wouldn't know it by the weather. Chicago is having an extended spring. A very wet, cold, miserable, going straight from winter to blazing summer kind of spring. It has been less than pleasant. Last week I wore jeans, a long sleeved T-shirt, a sweater … Continue reading Not the summers of my youth

There are times when I am grateful I have sons. This is one of those times.


Over the last decade or so of raising dear god what is that smell boys, one thing I've heard over and over is that boys are hard when they're young and get easier as they get older. I've also been told girls are the opposite. I'm holding the world to that semi-promise, as I think … Continue reading There are times when I am grateful I have sons. This is one of those times.