Hazy, I Pee, Eh?
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.
Conversations with Whores
Old men with cheap cigars talking to half naked women, who can’t waste too much time with one guy because it’s all about turnover. Beyoncé was playing on the jukebox and it sounded out of place. Hip-Hop didn’t belong there. It was too cool for what was really going on.
Hagatha the Dog Witch
Hagatha, upon arriving in Chicago, had developed an allergy to cats. She tried Zyrtec, Claritin and Allegra, and all the potions and spells in her Witch Craft: Curses & Remedies book. Nothing helped. Her eyes watered, which made her face melt a little.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 5, 2026
It’s hard not to think that Swifties are secretly rooting for a divorce within seven years. Think of how incredibly mediocre that album will be.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 28, 2026
Earn the nap; don’t just take it.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 21, 2026
Nothing will humble a confident runner like multiple steep hills.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 14, 2026
It’s not about getting over things; it’s about getting through them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 24, 2026
The legacy of Michael Jackson is complicated. But his music simplifies it.
On Turning 47 | Giving Myself Permission to be Myself
I give myself permission to be a living, breathing, learning, failing, succeeding, complicated human being. For if I don’t, there’s no point in celebrating a birthday.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 17, 2026
Mastering disappointment is more productive than villainizing it.
The Collective Fall from the Rise of the Elite
When we prioritize profit without considering the human influence, we run the grand risk of ruining people’s livelihoods. And that will always have a trickle down economic effect. But not in the way Reagan intended.
A Big Night Out with the Micro Maidens
When one thinks burlesque, what comes to mind is seductive choreography, feats of sexual prowess, a nod to yesteryear’s pinup girls, sirens pulling you into a subdued desire with their slow and calculated gyrating hips and arched backs. A peep show, a strip tease for the well-mannered crowd. Micro Maidens is not that. Micro Maidens is an aggressive strip club with pasties. But for the brave, adventure-seeking type, it’s big fun.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 3, 2026
It’s easy to misconstrue something you hear or read. Do better by doing the harder work. Pay attention, take your time. And trust that the hard work really isn’t that hard.
The Complicated Appreciation for Teacher Appreciation Week
I’m not going to argue that teachers and school staff don’t need appreciation. They are important players in our children’s lives. Highly influential for good and ill. But there are a few problems I come up against with Teacher Appreciation Week. Those problems are time, effort, and even money.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 26, 2026
We must strive to make what happens to us good for us. That’s how we master disappointment. That’s how we evolve and persevere.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 19, 2026
If you ever want the Ellis Island experience circa 1907, swing into the Chicago City Clerk’s office in Portage Park. The number of different accents is loads of fun and reminds you of the shared American Experience, which is that city bureaucracy is no fun for any of us.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2026
Just curious… Is Baron Trump registered for the draft? If not, it looks like he will be. I just hope he doesn’t develop bone spurs and can become the war hero his father views himself as.
No Quiero Taco Bell
Why am I doing this? Why am I having to navigate a digital menu when I could just tell an employee my order with greater speed and ease because they know better how to navigate this thing? And while I was planning on using my credit card to pay, what if I wanted to use cash? What if someone who doesn’t have a credit card, like, say, a homeless person scrounges up enough money for a Crunch Wrap Supreme? How are they to make the purchase and feed themselves? It’s rare that I feel this way, but I felt… offended.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 29, 2026
Our society is becoming so reliant on systems that we’re inadvertently making ourselves less capable, less self-sufficient. Dumber. Hell, I don’t even wipe my ass anymore. I have a bidet do it.
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.