So…I traveled back to West Palm Beach this past weekend. You always learn something when you go back to a place of recognition, of family, of history, of love. It’s easy to complain about the people closest to you, it’s easy to complain about the people that have been there all along, it’s easy to complain about things or people you never fear you’ll lose.... Read more
Friday, September 3rd, 2010
“I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.”
Erica speaks
04/07/2010
Home Sweet Home
12/19/2009
How to be Unreasonable
My boyfriend called me unreasonable the other night.... Read more
04/27/2009
When One Door Closes…
I don’t know too, too many things. But I do know one thing with absolute certainty. Life is short. Too short, to be frank. I got a call last Friday from my Uncle Charlie that my perfectly healthy grandmother (albeit, she did have diabetes) in New York was dying; then a miraculous call on Saturday saying that she was most likely going to make it; then the heart-wrenching, gut-blowing call on Sunday saying that, if I wanted to say goodbye, I would need to leave for New York immediately. I frantically packed, found a godsend of a neighbor to watch Pippin and got on a plane at 6 am the next morning. In order to insure that I’d make it on time, I called my aunt and uncle every hour on the hour on Sunday to see if she would get through the night. At 4 am, we were 75% sure that she would, so I tearily, frantically and without any luggage, flew to Long Island. Grandma died while I was on the plane, one hour before I landed at MacArthur Airport. At my point of arriving and having my aunt deliver the blow, I wanted to die. And I almost did, right by the security check-in point. ... Read more
04/12/2009
Willy the Wildcat
I served on a panel at Northwestern a couple of weeks ago. Biggest. Honor. Of. My. Life.... Read more
01/11/2009
There’s No Place Like Home
Family is everything. Living 1,500 miles away from my parents for the past eight years has never been easy for me. However, at this point, I’ve made my life in Chicago and could never detach myself from it. I feel like I’m in a serious relationship with my city and I never want to break up with it. Despite the restaurants (mmm…), the theatre (better than Broadway), the Cubs (maybe this year?), the lake (a bit too cold), the beach (what could be better?) and all the beautiful nuances and quirks that Chicago possesses, there is always a small void that I – at least – feel. That’s the void of family. So…I’ve built my own family here, one chock-full-a friends, sisters, colleagues, neighbors and teachers. I could not be more grateful. ... Read more
