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Countdown to spring: A little color on a gloomy Chicago day

Wet, cold days: the price we pay for living in the greatest city, Chicago. We just hold on to reminders of colorful days as we hibernate under warm blankets.

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Wordless Wednesday: My random Chicago

I'm not a great photographer, but I love the randomness of walking around my city: Chicago. Blocks and blocks of buildings with a little nature thrown in here and there. More shots on my Pinterest Chicago board or find me on Facebook.

Moments

Becoming human [guest post]

The fifth in the "Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series." This one comes to us from writer, Hector Luis Alamo, Jr. Read more of his personal blog, On the Contrary and follow him on Twitter, @HectorLuisAlamo As a mixed-race, mixed-nationality, second-generation Latino American, my identity has been in constant flux for much of my young life.Born in Humboldt Park, and… Continue reading Becoming human [guest post]

Moments

You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest

I’m sitting up in bed, giving up on sleep for a little while longer as it’s currently denying me its comfort. It’s the kind of windy Chicago night that I love; the sound of the wind blowing both ferocious and familiar. Tonight it’s a little different though; I hear wind chimes too. I’m enthralled and… Continue reading You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest

Seriously Though

The power in ‘each one, teach one’

For some reason I still couldn’t tie my shoes in second grade. As smart as I was, shoelaces confounded me. Now, not having kids I’m not actually sure the age when kids learn to tie their shoes but since my friend and classmate Luis was the one who finally taught me, I’m guessing it was… Continue reading The power in ‘each one, teach one’

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Where a sleepless night can lead…

I couldn't sleep Friday night. This is, of course, not a new thing for me. Sometimes I can manage a few hours, sometimes sleep doesn't come at all. To those who sleep easily, I'm sure this will sound strange, but I prefer the not sleeping at all. I find that I am anxious to be… Continue reading Where a sleepless night can lead…