Impressions of Chicago (Part II)


I was born and raised in Chicago. How I thought of that city, which I left before I became an adult, was cloaked and colored under the family who brought me up there and who soaked their biases into my head. That Chicago, more specifically Lincolnwood, became a suffocating, judgmental, intolerant and petty landscape of…

Sunday at the Marina


Yesterday, I went down to photograph Darren, a friend in the Marina who just took a new apartment on Tahiti Way, one with water and boat views. Sunday. In the Marina. I had been here many Sundays before. When my Mom was alive, before cancer, still walking and living at 4337 Admiralty Way, I often…

The Retraction From Life


Weaker, yet still alive, still able to speak, Louise M. Hurvitz was in her wheelchair, in the sunshine near the glistening Marina boats, when she told me she wanted to eat a steak. That was on Monday, August 18th. She ate a hamburger that night, and a slice of pizza on Tuesday night. She was…

Prayers and Pharmaceuticals.


What day was it on the calendar?I did not know.I only know I was speaking with my mother, pushing her along in the wheelchair along the Marina path. The sky was bright, the boats were anchored along the dock, she said she was hungry and wanted a steak.It was last Monday, August 18th and Linda…

Denial.


“She was screaming at night about her arm, her chest, her leg,” Anisha, a caregiver, said. “She hardly slept.” Anisha was speaking about my mother,now in Stage 4 cancer, confined to a bed for the last eight months. Later on, when I went into her room, my mother said she had slept well the night…