46. Secret Salad Dressing

Committed to avoiding the process server for as long as I could, I went straight to Palmer Square. Under the influence of the sun, I dozed off with a lofty cushion of grass under me. Jerked awake by a nervous pup’s bark, I quickly packed up my stuff so I could make it to Marty’s…

45. Fearful Fare

I dumped ten roughly chopped jalapenos and one #10 can of crushed tomatoes into a hotel pan of brown rice for 200 when an ominous electrical shock shot through my backside in the form of an email. It was from my neighbor and president of my condo association. “Hi Brooks, Please give me a call…

44. Korean BBQ Bonding

Another desiccated Friday night. Walking down Damen, passed Big Star and the Double Door, was a cruel stroll — people packed bars and clubs looking ahead to a night of possibilities. It was a reminder that I’d turned my back on a bubbling social life. I slowly swept away those possibilities over the last few…

43. Fundraiser Fatigue

I set my alarm for an ungodly hour for a Saturday. I had to make a last minute trip to the grocery store and tie up any other loose ends for Brenda’s fundraiser. My experience from the previous year’s fundraiser proved that anything that I needed to take care of that day would take me…

42. Humbling Hummus

Humbling Hummus The mental energy it took to plan for the following two weeks was almost as exhausting as physical energy it would take to carry out my upcoming tasks. Preparing for the fundraiser consumed almost all of my free time and what was leftover was reserved for marathon training. I had to come up…

41. Magnanimous Meyer Lemon Cake

Marty picked me up at noon. I wore a black and white polka dotted dress and black heels that were cute but didn’t feel good to wear. “You look nice,” he said, surprised, as I climbed into the passenger side of his car. “Thank you,” I smiled. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever worn a…

40. Substantiating Salmon

The sun was rising earlier and setting later, making it easier to develop a running routine, but nudging Marty to hit the pavement as hard as I needed him to was still my biggest challenge. Marty would retreat at any signs of aggressive spring chills and sudden wet explosions unleashed from the celestial sphere, but…