My husband and I host a Tuesday night bike ride through the beautiful areas of the north shore of Chicago. After our ride, we congregate at a local brewery for a post ride beer and good company. On this particular Tuesday, a new couple rode with our group and hung out with us afterwards.Continue reading “Calling Card”
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Nostaglia
You know you have officially reached a certain age when you hear yourself saying “I remember when”. I heard my parents say that very thing and I would groan beneath my breath, thinking they were so old-fashioned. I realize now that my parents were not criticizing present times, but reflecting back to a time that made senseContinue reading “Nostaglia”