If you're a native Chicagoan you know that if you blink, you can miss the entire summer. It's happened to me more than I care to admit. Summers spent working too much, and not playing enough. Labor day comes and I wonder what happened. This summer I vow that I won't take a moment for … Continue reading A Chicago Summer Bucket List
Pinterest Addiction: Self-discovery and the act of pinning
I've been using Pinterest for a few weeks now and will readily admit that I'm a bit addicted. It's sort of become my zen moment. It's a nice break in the middle of a work day (and night) full of conference calls, multiplying emails, research, proposal writing, etc, etc.. But today, as I was pinning … Continue reading Pinterest Addiction: Self-discovery and the act of pinning
Reinvention: A celebration of life
I've always loved birthdays. My early childhood memories are filled with big parties full of family and friends; beautiful birthday cakes, a pretty new dress, and the gifts, of course the gifts. As I got older, I carried with me the belief that birthdays were a time to laugh, have fun, and to celebrate life. … Continue reading Reinvention: A celebration of life
I’ve got to stop eating? A Dear Diary moment
The LDS religion, of which I was a member for many years, believes that family history is important. They have one of, if not the, largest number of genealogical records in the world. But they're not just about researching your ancestry, they also advocate that an individual write his or her history for their progeny. … Continue reading I’ve got to stop eating? A Dear Diary moment
Life, interrupted
It's 7 a.m. and I am standing in front of the mirror. The heaviness I’ve been feeling for weeks is now weighing me down. My shoulders slumped, I don't have the strength to do anything more than lift my head. I stare at my reflection. The dark circles under my eyes are the battle scars of … Continue reading Life, interrupted
I was America
I was once land of the free, home of the brave. I was a pillar of strength. I welcomed and nurtured you, though none of you were my own. I brought you up to have pride, to build a legacy of hard work and innovation. Though you were all different, your love for me had … Continue reading I was America
A Libby Blog 