My thirteen year old daughter started coughing and sniffling last weekend. I bought orange juice to boost her Vitamin C intake -- my maternal fail-safe response. But on Tuesday night she fell asleep an hour and a half before she normally gets into bed as I watched the illuminated dome...

Until a decade ago, Casimir Pulaski was a stranger to me. Then I moved to Chicagoland with school-age children. Ok, I'll admit, Casimir Pulaski remained a mystery -- except for that there is a street named after him not far from our home.

"Pulaksi," I...

Just when I thought I'd jumped every online hurdle, I answered a calling from a higher cyber-power. Facebook.

I live in the South Suburbs of Chicago - my best friend is on the Main Line of Philadelphia. Even though we talk or email daily, who was I to thwart another...

Just like I call my daughter to the TV to see the Jonas brothers, I call my almost-17-year-old son to stand with me in front of the not-so-wide screen to see Blago. Far from a rock star, more of a curiosity to a teen who listened to his East Coast...

The craziness of the this campaign trail has landed right at my suburban doorstep.

My 13-year-old daughter has always been told that she can be anything she wants to be. Right now she wants to be an astronomer, a fashion designer and a pastry chef. We always say she...

With the Olympics in full swing, the political conventions around the corner and the election looming, my world is even smaller than usual. In my little Chicago suburb I feel like the campaign trail is running in front of my door. I can almost smell the chlorine in the 'water...