Mrs. Carmella is one of Patrick’s favorite subjects to photograph. As he snaps away, I try to get the stories flowing. It’s not that she’s unwilling to tell them. It’s just that she’s nearly 90, and she repeats herself. We … Read More
Brown-eyed, brown-haired girls get tired of being brown. They want something more colorful… like their personalities. They want to shine. But it is hard, so hard, for brown-eyed, brown-haired girls.
This is technically my third time in Chicago. I tell you: it never disappoints. This time I had an awesome Tuna Burger. And I got a cup of coffee for free because my middle name is Loretta. My husband shopped … Read More
I’m standing in the lobby of the Eli Lilly building in Indianapolis. A guy taps me on the shoulder and says: “They have a Cray in here.” He says, “You know. A CRAY.” He is pushing a man wearing Bermuda … Read More
I’ve been traveling so much I have no idea where I am. Patrick says: “We’re half way to Indianapolis.” Daniel’s rented us this big SUV. Like, proper size. It’s a Chevy. A good American car. And, we are driving to … Read More
I have only ever been to Chicago once before. It was for a high school competition, and, when we were knocked out in the first round, our coach took us for deli sandwiches and kosher pickles and to see Picasso’s … Read More