Morning seeps through the slit of sky and turns the cell that familiar shade of steel, bunk, tray, toilet that sings when you touch it. I’ve learned the song of this place. Somewhere…
It’s a rainy Monday morning, and I’ve got my personal collection of Pink Floyd queued up on Spotify. The weather is the perfect backdrop for their music—moody, layered, a little otherworldly. Today, inspired by…
My mother passed away last month at the age of 85. After the services, my two brothers and I sat around her kitchen table in DeKalb, Illinois, sipping bourbon and talking about her and…
In the spring of 1978, my little sister, Tami, was killed in a car accident in which she was the passenger. She was sixteen, a beautiful, outgoing teenager returning home from her first day…
I plunged the needle into my vein, surprised how easy it was considering that:a) I hate needles, andb) I was shaking like a train going through the building. But then came the warmth…
The Clifton Central High School Class of 1975 held its 50th reunion last weekend—and yes, my wife and I actually went for a change. Back in ’75, they handed us a diploma, shook…
My husband, Dan, was transferred to Scottsdale, Arizona, so we moved from Chicago to a newer ranch-style home in the charming small town of Cave Creek. It felt like the perfect place to land,…
Present Day Having accepted a CEO position with a major hospital in upstate New York, my wife, Hannah, and I began searching for homes online. Nothing quite caught our eye, so we decided…
It was a warm, sunny Monday in Chicago, October 1945. Game 6 of the World Series was about to begin, and Wrigleyville buzzed like a hornet’s nest. The Cubs were back from Detroit, having…