twenty-twelve.

December 19, 2012 by lishochicago

It’s almost the end of the year (maybe even the end of the world, if you’re a Mayan). I’m desperately craving a creative spark to generate some creative writing skills (and if you’re reading this, you probably are too), but as I’m in the midst of last-minute shopping, high-caliber proposal drafting, new company scheming and […]

seven twenty-three.

December 17, 2012 by lishochicago

I’ve spent much of the past weekend largely consumed by a sense of overwhelming grief and guilt due to Friday’s tragic shooting in CT. Grief, because as a parent, it’s just about the worst possible outcome you can envision for your child. Guilt, because as a parent of a first grader I still am lucky […]

thirty-six.

December 13, 2012 by lishochicago

I never thought I would want to have a family. I went my whole childhood without experiencing a deep need to play house or with baby dolls. I spent the majority of my teenage and college years trying not to get pregnant, and when I married at twenty-six (considered young these days), my husband and […]