Millennium Park, Chicago, IL, USA from Aon Cen...
Millennium Park, Chicago, IL, USA from Aon Center (Chicago) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On a chilly spring morning, my sweetheart, G-Money, and I meet in the city to have lunch.

I am already in Chicago for my final class of the winter term.  I coaxed G-Money to join me for lunch. I took the Metra, where I found this silly sign.  The idea that stolen purses are on the prowl and lurking in Chicago still tickles me. 

An overnight at the Chicago Field Museum.  What could be more fun for kids than exploring through Egyptian tombs, holding tarantulas, and wandering amongst the dinosaurs?  Well, doing all that and more in the dark, and way, way past bedtime; that’s what.
Arrive early, and pick out a place to set up camp.  We bring sleeping bags and an air mattress for the old bones; ours that is, and just the sleeping bags for Bradaigh, 8 and Emma, 7. There are tons of families vying for space under the mastadon and saber tooth tiger. We opt for a spot under some African ceremonial masks. It’s out of the popular traffic pattern.  We set up camp, grab our flashlights and get going.
G-Dad and I notice right away something unanti
cipated. 

Amy Ferris, Truthsayer and Author

“A penny for your thoughts.”   What if we donated a penny for each Tweet or Facebook post we put out there?  Let’s ask people for a penny in exchange for their thoughts on a topic; politics, the Gulf oil spill, Afghanistan.  Think of the money we could raise.  Just think of the good you could do.  We could provide books to every child.  We could feed the hungry.  Amy Ferris leaves

“I salute you,” said Barb, squeezing my elbow and pointing to my ruby-red stilettos.  “I love those shoes.”
“Oh, I do love these shoes,” I replied.  “But my feet have changed. I’m all flop-footed.  This might be the last time I wear them.”
I love my Sassy Shoes also know as Come-Get-Me Shoes (CMG Shoes.)  I have several pair:  black, red, velvet brown, and a glittery golden faux snake-skin.  When I wear my CGM Shoes, I feel sexy and fashionable.  Until recently.  My heels slip, and the shoes clomp to the floor in a most uncharming way.  Last winter, to my embarrassment, a Good Samaritan grabbed me by the elbow and said, “Here, let me help you.”
“I know, I have the same problem,” said Barb.  She demonstrated her own