Talking to Strangers

There are so many stories I want to write today, and that’s a good feeling.  I’m finally feeling settled in my new home, and I’m in love with so many aspects of it – most notably the dishwasher, the washing machine and dryer, and the fact that my brother and sister in law live upstairs.  Obviously, those are not in order of actual importance.  It was a joyful Saturday morning this past weekend when, as the wind howled and sleet…

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It’s November in Chicago.  It’s November, but there are days it feels like it might as well be February.  There’s a damp chill in the air, mornings are dark, and the sun dips below the gray horizon long before I’ve parked and clanked up the stairs to my condo.  There is one, definitive, and irrefutable sign that it is not, in fact, February, and that is the omnipresence of the Hallmark Christmas movie. Over the past several years, I have…

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