The Hinsdalean - Community journalism the way it was meant to be

I was going through my inbox the other day, trying to clear out some old emails. This is some of what I found. • Recipes from Epicurious for 63 work lunches that don’t need refrigeration. • A link to download photos from Ainsley’s summer...

We had a special guest take up residence outside our back door for several weeks this summer. We didn’t notice her at first. We simply woke one July morning to find a large, intricate spider web extending from the side of the house to a post...

Every September I have the bittersweet task of bidding a group of contributing columnists farewell and welcoming a new group of writers to our paper. This year three writers have finished their terms — Rob Johnson, Laura LaPlaca and student...

Just a few days into fifth grade and the daily petitions have begun. Ainsley NEEDS a cellphone, she tells me. EVERYONE else in her grade has one. Ainsley clearly wants a cellphone, and I know for a fact several kids in her grade have one. But that...

And in the blink of an eye, it’s over. Summer 2019 is in the books. I know, I know. Summer will continue until the autumnal equinox marks its official end Sept. 23. But summer — for the purposes I discuss here — ended this week with the start...

Has anyone seen my white go-go boots? Yes, I actually own white go-go boots. I acquired them a few years back when I had to dress up like a University of Illinois cheerleader for a scene in the Community Revue. I might need to wear them again in this...

When I heard the news, I was drawn to the bookshelf in the basement. There it sat, in pristine condition. My autographed copy of “Beloved.” The book was a gift years ago from a friend who managed to get me autographed copies of two of my three...

I baked my first cheesecake under duress. Dan and I were newly married, living in an apartment in Wrigleyville, and we had invited his parents over for a Saturday night dinner. Being young and foolish, we had indulged in some merriment the night befo...

I wonder, if I started interviewing celebrities, whether my writing style would change. After all, it seems every article I read about someone famous opens with a ridiculous account of the circumstances surrounding the interview. Years ago I read a...