Mary Schmich
Mary Schmich
Mary Theresa Schmichis an American journalist who has been a columnist for the Chicago Tribune from 1992, winning the Pulitzer Prize in 2012. She wrote the comic strip Brenda Starr for the last 28 of its 60 years and she wrote the 1997 column, immediately famous, that is usually called "Wear Sunscreen", with the often quoted "Do one thing every day that scares you", frequently misattributed to Eleanor Roosevelt...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth29 November 1953
CountryUnited States of America
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Consider the lowly word if. If can launch any accusation into the public arena in the guise of fact. If can poison a life as surely as cyanide. Grease a sentence with if and you can skid from speculation to impeachment in the time it takes to say, Tricky Dick.
If this escapade has taught me anything, it's that you never know what's in the future.
That's the central mystery of this whole situation, ... Digital Jam.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with those who are reckless with yours.
Over the course of that morning, I started hearing from a lot of Tribune readers, both on the phone and via e-mail, telling me that they were getting this commencement speech in their e-mail but they remembered reading it in my column,
Don't waste time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
You can figure out who you were by which movies you loved when
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Advice, like youth, probably wasted on the young
Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.
Every day each of us wakes up, reaches into drawers and closets, pulls out a costume for the day and proceeds to dress in a style that can only be called preposterous.
For some Chicago expats, food is the medicine that blunts the pain of separation.