Bit o’ honey
I call everybody Honey. My best gay male friends, the server at the restaurant who refills my glass before…
Rebellions
An Olympic connection
I have always felt uncomfortable with my name – Nelly. It doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, it’s hard to understand …
For the love of Coffee
I’ve always thought I had a great last name. It’s Coffee. Like the drink (or as some say, like the bean.) Growing up,…
Why We Combined Our Last Names
When my husband and I got married, neither of us automatically assumed that I would take his last name. We are both prog…
Contest to recognize best use of vacant space in metro Chicago
Marisa Novara is a self-described “neighborhood nerd.” After a year in Italy getting a master’s in urban planning, Novar…
A (Chicago) Force to be Reckoned With
This Saturday, June 30, 2012, the Chicago Force Women’s Tackle Football team enters the playoffs with an 8-0 record and …
Traveling the World Made Me Resourceful
When I was 26, I circumnavigated the globe by myself. I paid for it by saving a quarter of my wages each week from my jo…
Closets are for clothes: I’m out, loud and proud
It’s a not-so-proud moment with a happy ending. It was 1999, and I was living in Milwaukee, working at my first job a…
Why I Love Roller Derby, and You Should, Too
It’s no secret that women are not so great about supporting women’s sports. I include myself in that category. I’ve neve…
That One Time When My Mom Was a Lesbian
My parents divorced when I was 5. Afterwards, my mother fell in love with, and moved in with a woman. Needless to say, t…
