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piling right up.

You guys, yesterday was kind an overwhelming day out there in the world.

So overwhelming that after coming home on time, making dinner, and watching election returns, I put myself to bed at 9:00 PM.

I left the office right at five, which, despite being well within my rights, felt pretty liberating.

It also meant that I could make this for dinner.



Nothing like a little Pioneer Woman tomato cream pasta to get the evening started right.

Other things that rocked my world last night:

1. The bizarre story of the mayor of Toronto smoking crack cocaine. I mean, really? Who is this guy, and why is he admitting that not only did he do this, but he can’t really remember because he was so wasted at the time.

Also, as JW pointed out, he admitted this all while wearing an NFL tie from the 90s.




2. Terry McAuliffe wins the governor’s seat in Virginia. Maybe more importantly, Ken Cuccinelli loses. I like to think that women are finally sick of weird, white dudes insisting on horrible things like getting vaginal ultrasounds as part of their abortion procedures and pretending they know what’s best for our bodies.

Luckily, the state of Virginia took care of wondering what a place like that looks like.

3. Charlie Trotter died yesterday at the age of 54. One of the most influential  and successful chefs around, and a son of Chicago, this one was shocking.

And also sad.

Life’s short, chickens. Doesn’t matter who you are. Be nice to each other.

4. Last, but certainly not least, yesterday the State of Illinois joined 14 other states in making it a law that it doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, you can get married.

I’m proud of us for signing on, but to be honest chickadees, I’m just starting to get embarrassed of anyone who isn’t.

People who believe, truly believe, that gay people shouldn’t have the same rights to marriage as straight people are really embarrassing to me.

You’re literally both advocating against civil rights and hating a whole segment of the population right out loud.

Keep it to yourself, crazies- you’re just making yourselves look silly.

And all of that, my friends, is why I needed 10 hours of sleep last night. Sometimes the world is a bit much, but it’s nothing that a good night of rest can’t fix. I’m ready to get back out there this morning. Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.

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riding it north.

Morning, chickadees!

I hope everyone’s gearing up for a nice, long weekend off (or at least a little relief tomorrow) to celebrate our nation’s independence.

And also BBQs.

And fireworks.

And all of that good stuff.

KB, JD, and I are starting the weekend out with (another) trip to Ravinia, this time to check out some of our 90s favorites, the Goo Goo Dolls and Matchbox 20.

I’ve already met the Goo Goo Dolls, so they’re obviously old friends.



Or something like that.

Up the rest of the weekend: making/eating flag cake, living only one more weekend in a condo that has no bedroom furniture, trying to use everything we just received in a borrowed CSA box (greens, anyone?), and visiting our pals and their brand new baby on a journey to the South Side of Chicago.

I haven’t seen her since she was born in May, so I’m fairly certain I have a lot of time to make up for.

And with that, I’m off for one shortened day in the office, an attempt to buy snacks to tide us over at the concert, and a beautiful train ride north to the park.

I’m ready for this one, chickadees. Enjoy it out there!


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live on and be yourself

You guys.

I would just like to take one moment to insert myself.

I do that a lot, and I appreciate that you don’t hold it against me.

I’ve been hanging around the social media for the past 24 hours, and what I see is amazing.

It’s a sea of red equal signs.



I’m proud of how far this country has come, because I think five years ago, I might not have seen the same overwhelming support for our gay brothers and sisters.

It might have been too risky to put ourselves out there in support of a minority.

I’m also angry, because it’s ridiculous that we’re still even having this argument. I’ve seen out there in the internet world, a couple of people denouncing gay marriage, in the name of Christianity and religion and freedom of opinion.

And I think that everyone’s entitled to their own ideas.

But some opinions, I think, are wrong.

Are unjust, at the least.

Being against gay marriage is one of those, in my own very humbled opinion.

Religion is being used as a crutch, a thinly veiled excuse for people to stand behind what’s really nothing but hatred.

I know that sounds harsh.

But I believe, down to my bones, that if you’re the kind of person who actually thinks you’re doing God’s work by taking away the rights of two people who love each other, then you’re preaching bigotry.

And I’m glad that I don’t have to answer to anyone for that.

In a world where things are sometimes dark, violent, and scary, how can we discourage even one iota of love that might add to the positive energy of this whole life experience we’ve all been given?

It doesn’t seem very Christ-like to me.

And it’s certainly not very nice.

In the words of one of my new favorite Macklemore songs, “a certificate on paper/isn’t gonna solve it all/but it’s a damn good place to start.”

Let’s get it started, chickadees.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.




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chilling right out.


It is so cold out there.

On days like yesterday, I wonder, really wonder, how it is that I have lived in three states and each of them has been colder than the last.

Why do I do things like that?

All suggestions are welcome.


Also yesterday: a beautiful Inauguration, complete with James Taylor doing this:

We can fight all we want about politics, but man, that song makes me tear up a little bit.

I’m welcoming the next four years with open arms chickens, because really, what’s the alternative?


Monday was also, aside from being freezing and Presidential, Martin Luther King Jr. day.

Dr. King has so much good stuff in his wheelhouse that it’s hard to know where to begin, but this one, tweeted by my always-favorite Cory Booker, stuck to me a little bit more than the rest.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

I am pretty much the first to sheepishly raise my hand when it comes to getting angry too fast instead of thinking through my response, of trying to think of ways to even the score instead of setting it straight, and of honestly, just sometimes being too lazy to work it out instead of steeping in negativity.

All things I’m working on, by the way.

Cold, dreary days in January are a good time to remember someone who managed to always keep it positive, even in the face of inequality.


Speaking of dreary, here’s something good to end this one with: at this time next week, sunset will be after 5pm.

Progress, chicks. We’re making it every day.




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signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours.

Last night was a long night chickens.

And I will shamefully admit to you that I am just listening to President Obama’s acceptance speech right now, because despite the fact that my parents were at McCormick Place with the President, I fell asleep on the couch ten minutes before he made an appearance, exhausted by a long campaign season and possibly too many  vodkas-on-the-rocks.

It was a stressful evening, for those first couple of hours.

I was glad we knew fairly early on that Mr. Obama won the re-election, because it meant my heart palpitations could stop while I paid attention to some of the other great things that were happening.

Like Elizabeth Warren winning in Massachusetts.

And Tammy Baldwin winning in Wisconsin.

And Claire McCaskill in Missouri (although honestly, how could we have thought the “legitimate rape” guy was gonna win?).

The Senate as of January will have more women senators than it ever has in history.

That’s a big deal, chickadees.

For me last night, this win was just about as important as my President having four more years stretched in front of him.

Congratulations, Mr. President. I’m so proud of you, and I cannot wait to see what strides we make in the next four years as a country.



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we have been told we cannot do this.

Hey chickens, sorry I’m a little late this morning.

I took an early run to calm my nerves and center my energy, and then I headed to my polling place.


The line was a little long, but people were friendly, the volunteers were great, and exercising my right to vote is hands down one of the most important things I ever do.

So I’m hoping you’re exercising yours today, chickadees.

It’s more important than ever. As I reflect on my vote today, I’ve been thinking about a couple of things:

In just four short years since the last election, I’ve turned into a person who has a pre-existing condition (aside from being a woman). I’m 28-years old, I didn’t do something dangerous or get hooked on drugs or get into a catastrophic accident.

My cells just started fighting themselves one random day.

I’m a runner. I’m a healthy eater. I’m a young person. I’m a good person.

I’m not a pre-existing condition, and if something happens to my job, how in God’s good name do you think it makes sense that I don’t deserve health insurance?

That’s not entitlement, that’s a human right.


I have an awesome, beautiful, baby cousin named Anthony.

Anthony has Autism.

He also has a great smile.

And brown hair.

And a sweet Halloween costume.

He’s no pre-existing condition, chickadees.

He’s a delight, actually.


As a 28-year old and not a 24-year old, I have some different perspective this time around than I did in 2008. In 2008, I wanted to vote for a President who believed in equal rights because I wanted to make sure my women, minority, and gay friends were all treated with the same respect as a white man.

And I still think that.

But one day, (God willing), I’m going to have a daughter. Or a son. And I hope that if that daughter or son happens to be born gay, I can look them in the eye and tell them they can marry the person they love one day, because honestly, my friends, can you imagine how tragic it is to not be able to say that to your child?


After last week’s terrible storm- how can you not believe in climate change?

Worse, chickens, how can you vote for someone who doesn’t either?


As a woman, I  think I deserve to be the paid as a man doing the same job. End. Period. Stop.


I’ll be watching the polls all day today, chickadees, because too many people who I love count on our President being re-elected, myself included. Thanks for sticking with me during the past few months, and I look forward to chatting tomorrow.


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heading into the home stretch.

Listen, chickens.

I was going to write about my delightful 5k with my buddies yesterday.

I’ll at least pause to show you how happy we were to be running at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday.


But, my dear chickadees, it’s the first Monday of November, so you know what’s on my mind.

Tomorrow’s Election Day.

And so my nervous energy is sort of taking over any other activities I had planned.

My opinions are strong, and I know that.

I’ve never been sorry about it.

You can say that President Obama hasn’t fulfilled all his promises, that America’s not back on her feet four years later, and you can cast your vote based on some kind of not-quite-detailed plan to cut the deficit for white, rich American men and hope it trickles down to the rest of us.

Or you can vote for a man who believes that all Americans deserve equal rights, whether they be rich, poor, white, African-American, gay or straight.

To be honest with you, when I peel back all the layers of this election, I’m voting on the platform of human rights.

And I’m not apologizing to anyone for it.

I’m not going to whisper because I might offend someone.

This is America, chickens, and the best part about our great country is that in the name of freedom, we’re allowed to express whatever opinion we’ve got.

I saw this through a Facebook post a few weeks ago, and I think it sums up how I’ve been feeling lately.

“I wish my moderate Republican friends would simply be honest. They all say they’re voting for Romney because of his economic policies (tenuous and ill-formed as they are), and that they disagree with him on gay rights. Fine. Then look me in the eye, speak with a level clear voice, and say, ‘My taxes and take-home pay mean more than your fundamental civil rights, the sanctity of your marriage, your right to visit an ailing spouse in the hospital, your dignity as a citizen of this country, your healthcare, your right to inherit, the mental welfare and emotional well-being of your youth, and your very personhood.’ It’s like voting for George Wallace during the Civil Rights movements, and apologizing for his racism. You’re still complicit. You’re still perpetuating anti-gay legislation and cultural homophobia. You don’t get to walk away clean, because you say you “disagree” with your candidate on these issues.”

-Max von Essen
Am I oversimplifying it? Maybe, chicks. But I can’t stress how important it is to think about your neighbor this Election Day. To think about how you’d feel if it was your rights that weren’t equal to someone else’s, just because of your gender, or the color of your skin, or your sexual orientation. My suspicion is that you’d be outraged. I would be.
I am.
I know I’m not changing votes at this stage in the game- but I think it’s important to have the conversation.
At least we live in a country where that’s something we’re allowed, chicks.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.


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