Michelle Martin

May 07, 2025

Do not be afraid

Somewhere, I have a picture I took of St. John Paul II. It was from his visit to Chicago in 1979, and I was standing at the south end of Lincoln Park across from the cardinal’s residence when I took it. I was 11 years old, there with my mother and brother and my aunt who lived a few blocks away.

April 24, 2025

Keep it going

During the lesser-known Holy Week ritual of planning for Easter eggs and Easter baskets, my husband showed off his purchases of chocolate bunnies and fruit punch-flavored Peeps.

April 10, 2025

Stuff and nonsense

Every time I leave a place, I take a moment to look around. It’s a habit I first developed when my children were small. We’d go out to breakfast, and when we got up to leave the table, I’d let my husband go ahead with the kids and I’d look over the table, searching among the empty plates and crumpled napkins for stray sippy cups, left-behind coloring books, baby blankets, mittens and hats. You name it, it got left behind.

March 19, 2025

Going back in time

I did something today I hadn’t done for maybe 20 years. I donated blood.

March 06, 2025

Giving thanks for what?

Our youngest daughter was a little disconcerted a couple of weeks ago when her high school musical finished its four-day run.

February 19, 2025

Coat closet

Like most Midwesterners I know, I have multiple winter coats. A wardrobe of coats, even.

February 05, 2025

Take your temperature

Water is life. So says Scripture, and so say scientists who are working to make sure there is enough clean water to support human life on Earth.

January 22, 2025

Telephone

I know I’m dating myself here, but when I was a very young aspiring reporter, one of the lessons mentors and teachers tried to impart was how to make sure you could find a pay phone if you were out covering a breaking story.

January 08, 2025

Make room for something new

I spent a good chunk of an afternoon recently replacing the flapper and fill valve on the toilet in our bathroom.

December 11, 2024

Wait for it

I can’t believe I’m feeling nostalgic for TV. I mean the TV of the past, when shows aired on a schedule. A schedule that you could look up each day in a newspaper, or in the little booklet that came in the Sunday paper, or, if you didn’t read a newspaper or just wanted a lot of information about television, the TV Guide, a separate weekly magazine.
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