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Book Series: Not as Bad as Keith Thinks
by Kathleen Sawisky

Keith M. and I sometimes harass each other about book series. He’s not a fan of them, probably because he is a poop head (Full disclaimer: he is not a poop head and gives me excellent beer suggestions.) I, on the other hand, am a dedicated series writer. Seriesist? Seriest? Serial – – wait, no. Never mind.  I’ve been working on The Code since I was a young teen, looking for a way to deal with the angst of my childhood and process my parents divorce and my own medical disabilities. I started writing because it simply made sense to me, and when I finished my first ‘book’ (if you can even call it that) at the age of thirteen I realized…

Oh my god, what did I just put in my mouth. I’ve done it, Shawna. I’ve found the best cheap pizza in the city. It is delicious and it is found in a holy place called Ripe Tomato Pizza. The hubby picked me up from 69th Street Station and we went for lunch in West Springs where this little novelty of a shop is located (although a quick Google search says there is also one on Stephen Ave. Do I hear a pizza date coming up?)

They’ve got one of those glorious wood stove, pizza oven, circular rotating extravaganza ovens which cooks your pizza to what I can only describe as the consistency of angel flesh. I’m assuming if angel’s had flesh it would be crunchy on the outside and somewhat soft on the inside but also flat. Flat angel flesh.

I ordered a 9″ ham and arugula, which comes…