Erica Speaks

Thoughts from Cheeky's own Erica Bethe Levin.

When One Door Closes…

April 27, 2009
by:
Erica Bethe Levin
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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 …  Read more

Willy the Wildcat

April 12, 2009
by:
Erica Bethe Levin
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I served on a panel at Northwestern a couple of weeks ago. Biggest. Honor. Of. My. Life. Some background: I could be the spokesperson for Northwestern University. No, really. I am the university’s biggest purple-wearing fan. Willy the Wildcat is, in fact, my BFF. I’ll share an embarrassing secret with you: one of the biggest disappointments / most heartbreaking rejections of my life came when the Admissions Office informed me that I was not selected as an NU tour guide. The shame, the agony! To lessen the blow and make myself feel better, I chalked it up to me being a …  Read more

There’s No Place Like Home

January 11, 2009
by:
Erica Bethe Levin
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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 …  Read more