CheekyChicago

I have the best mom in the world. She really is the best. She’s a funny, quirky and slightly neurotic little lady, who sometimes drives me absolutely out-of-my-mind insane, but the truth is; every breath she takes, every beat her heart beats, it’s all for me. (And my brother. He’s pretty cool, too.) But back to my mom. What makes my mom particularly awesome is that she regularly sends me presents. Before you judge me for being a spoiled brat, hear me out for a second. These are not expensive, gratuitous presents. They are more along the lines of knick-knacks, say like a new vase or a seasonal candle. Sometimes, they …  Read more

I’ve been meaning to write a blog for so long. I’ve procrastinated, hesitated and avoided it for so, so many reasons: What will he think? How will it make her feel? What if my dad reads it? How can I be that honest? Will I hurt someone…again? Will the people who read Cheeky think I’m crazy? (Well, I am crazy actually. Quite.) I’m too busy.  I’m too tired. I’ve had too much wine. I don’t want to get that personal anymore… The list could go on. Really. So today, I am saying fuck it. I write this blog for me. And for you. Not you, but you. The girl (or two) out …  Read more

My stoic yet generous father called me up the other day and asked me what I wanted for my birthday. (Mind you, this is very unlike my dad.) I took a long pause and finally said “Nothing, Dad. I really have everything I want and everything I need.”  It’s taken me 29 years to realize that I kind of always have. Ah, birthdays.  Per usual, the nostalgic in me comes blazing out.  I truly believe that a birthday is your own personal New Year. Not when the American calendar tells you it is, right after the manufactured highs of the holidays and into the crash of shitty January. Nope. The real …  Read more