Yoohoo, summer! Where art thou? The Windy City is finally sunny and HOT. Now that summer has joined the party, you might actually be able to enjoy free fitness classes in Chicago this month. Happy sweating!Continue reading → 12 Free Fitness Classes in Chicago: July 2019
I’m launching a monthly series of good ideas with my May favorites. Usher in warmer weather with a farmers market frill, a cocktail that jiggles, plus an app for green thumbs.Continue reading → May Favorites for Your Kitchen, Bar & Garden
First thing’s first. Here’s the best guacamole recipe! To read how it came to be, scroll down. It’s a classic story of love, loss and prehistoric creatures.Continue reading → The Best Guacamole Recipe. OK But Seriously.
Apparently June 21 is the first official day of summer. That’s interesting. I’m usually near tears by then, feeling like the season is half over. In my bubble, summertime in Chicago starts Memorial Day weekend. The heat, sunshine, and humidity bring bittersweet tears. (Shedding lots of tears here today.) On the one hand, my hot-blooded and translucent bod cannot take summer weather. But, on a more uplifting note, summer comes with the great outdoors. I exercise in the living room most of the year, normally during my cat’s nap to avoid her unruly behavior. So, I look forward to taking workouts outside. Enter this list of free fitness classes in Chicago. Every month this summer I’ll be rounding up no-cost workouts across the city.Continue reading → 15 Free Fitness Classes in Chicago: June 2019
You can’t force someone to love you, but you can slowly win ‘em over with treats. I posted on Instagram about this trick that, in my experience, works for cats AND men. It’s one of many life lessons from my alley-cat-turned-indoor-terror, Shirley. Are they revolutionary lessons? No, she’s a cat. But they are nice reminders of stuff that’s easy to forget in the hustle.
ICYMI National Rosé Day is on Saturday. To celebrate, founder Bodvár Hafström is reportedly taking his fancy name to Marina del Rey Hotel and sipping on his fancy collection of the best rose wines with a bunch of fancy people.
“Sweetie! You’re floppin’ like a fish!”
That was my dad at bedtime on most vacations. Young Court stayed up way too late on a cot at Knights Inn, usually air cycling. I can still be a restless flopper, but these days I’m awake pondering infinity, searching for brunch recipes, or reading about America’s Most Wanted on Wikipedia.
When I was 11, I teamed up with my BFF to create G.O.F.C. (Girls Only Fun Club, obviously). We designed and ordered business cards for babysitting, convinced a local shop owner to display them, and ran a seven-year neighborhood monopoly. There was also a killer jewelry biz. I sold homemade friendship bracelets and beaded key chains door to door, looking much like Deb in Napoleon Dynamite.