Peace, a warning sign not often heeded in this Chi-town of mine. Maybe someday.

Hello, Sunday.

Happy weekending folks. Often times they are filled with too many chores, not enough fun and less rest than a weekend mandates. I hope yours was filled with just a few chores, a lot of fun, and lots of sleep. My feline friend let me sleep in yesterday and really, I felt like I was King of the World. No, Queen of it.

I’ve been enjoying my hop down memory lane so far, and it’s going to continue this week with Hungary, Spain and France. Good eats, great stories.

Speaking of stories, these ones were something, and they are not about horrid politics:

Waste not, want not. Italy is taking a stand against food waste, and it’s making me rethink my current home practices.

Losing The Greatest Generation, one by one.

The man who drew my childhood.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter, by his trade…RIP, Muhammad Ali. A fascinating life, an interesting read.

“Hey, hey we’re the Monkees!” And they’re back…!

Did you celebrate National Donut Day? Do you know why? Let’s learn.

I think we can all agree that the death of Harambe was horrible on all ends, whatever your take on it. Here is Jane’s.

Compiling my birthday list (August 14th, FYI).

The cost of a stay-at-home parent. A new perspective.

For the benefit of Mom, because this is what we talk about, my favorite commercials: Rock, Paper, Scissors and Cookie Monster. Smiles, every time.