"Do you realize that if we played by the rules, we'd be in gym class right now?" So I said to myself, standing outside Wrigley Field, staring at that famous sign, picturing a very young Matthew Broderick....and wishing I hadn't left my sunscreen back in Indiana. (Substitute "gym class" with "meeting" and we might be … Continue reading Deep-dish and hot dogs and donuts, oh my!
Leave the flannel; take the Birkenstocks. So I told myself, standing over my already-overstuffed weekend bag at 3:00 a.m. on a recent Thursday morning. It felt...wrong, not to take a flannel to Seattle. But so my gut told me - leave the flannel, throw in the Birkenstocks. So I did just that. It was hard … Continue reading The land of flannel and chai