Archive for the 'Personal Thoughts' Category

Books I Read So You Don’t Have To

Thursday was January 3, 2013. AKA 1/3/13. It was my dad’s birthday, and his lucky number is 13, so he was thrilled. Coincidentally, that was the day I wrote my 13th book review for SmartPlanet. SmartPlanet is run by intelligent, savvy people who are always nice to me. I want to bolster their readership anyway […]

Stuff I Wrote While Neglecting This Blog

In the five-plus months since I last posted to Just Jenna, in between eating McFlurries and asking, ‘Why did I just eat that McFlurry?’ I did manage to get some stories published. A nice little compendium, actually. But I swear I didn’t ignore my blog for this purpose. Chicago magazine: A beer expert shares five […]

Reading and Remembering

I never met either of my biological grandfathers, and I know very little about my dad’s dad. His name was Pasquale Peter Marotta, ‘Patsy’ to his friends. He worked for General Electric for many years, and raised four boys with my grandmother, Mary Virginia Marotta, who died in December 2008. The family lived in upstate […]

I’ve always wanted to be able to shave my legs with a pen



In case you missed me reading my original essay, ‘My Gynecologist’s Novel’ as part of Story Lab’s reading series, here are a couple reviews I did recently for Time Out Chicago’s Comedy blog: St. Greg’s Place Presents ‘Magnetic North’ at the Artistic Home theater Batterymouth: It Burns at the de Maat Theatre Also, check out […]

The Rest is Fluff

My second acknowledgment of ‘Amish & Awesome.’

J.D. Salinger 1919-2010

‘When an old person dies, a library burns.’ African proverb

Clueless Cruelness

Sometime between when Brittany Murphy died and the story broke, I happened to read this little editorial bird flip in the current Entertainment Weekly: ‘I just received your tribute issue. I see you’ve decided that the year came to an end in November. Well, it’s nice to know that no other entertainment greats will die […]

Krazy Kuteness from Kelly Kapoor

Midwest Side Story

You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?