Tag: Chicago

I had just had cataract surgery and was waiting in the reception area for my husband, Mark, to pick me up.  Even with a big patch on my left eye, I recognized a man from one of my aqua aerobics classes and said hello.  I doubt that we had ever spoken to each other in… Read More

There were only two of us women in the steam room at the Evanston Athletic Center.  The other woman mentioned that she had just returned from a trip to California and I sensed she wanted to talk about it.  I asked her if she had previously been to California.  She said that 26 years ago… Read More

After our seven-week Asian trip, Mark and I arrived at the O’Hare International Terminal in Chicago on January 30, 2019—the day of the polar vortex of -20 degrees Farenheit and -40 wind chill.  Before calling Uber for a ride home, I put on every piece of clothing in my 40 liter Osprey backpack with socks… Read More

I met a black woman—not an African American—in one of the Asian countries I recently visited.  A random encounter—like so many of the joyspotting ones I’ve documented here. We talked for almost two hours and connected on many levels.  In later communication, she made it clear to me that she did not want me to… Read More