“Dude, back off!” is what I thought as I glanced at my rear view mirror this morning while driving downtown. Turns out “dude” was a lady in a hurry, tailgating me for blocks while I stewed and mini-raged. That is, until I had the sudden sinking realization that I,...
2 boys. 2 stories. Several weeks ago, my four-year-old grandson Henry and I were watching the Disney movie The Good Dinosaur, one of his favorites. At the climax of the action in the movie, Henry jumped off the couch with a roar and began running around the room...
Three years ago, yesterday, I entered into my “third being”. OK, that’s a bit dramatic but it really is true. My “first being” was through age 20 growing up and attending college in western Pennsylvania. My “second being” began when I moved to Chicago to begin...
