Taking up the entire second floor of 180 N. Michigan, the American Writers Museum is sandwiched between floors of corporate offices, like a flower pressed inside of a book.
I can't say that I truly believe in ghosts or demons, but I do believe in the people trying to find explanations for the unexplainable mysteries of life.
Just a little bit of international rebellion for this week.
Suprise! I moved.
These are my must-stop shops when I go downtown for the day.
Saint Patrick's Day gives me an excuse to celebrate my favorite culture without anyone else blinking an eye.
From a 23-year-old perspective, the Carnival Dream can easily be described as a mini floating Vegas.