Stories for a Life

We’ve all had terrifying major surgery postponed at the very last minute. So few of us are willing to tell our stories, however, that the ex...

My wife and I suffered our fifth wedding anniversary many years ago.It’s a wonder we and our marriage survived. The anniversary was not, of ...

Washington at Valley Forge, freezing cold but up spoke George, he said, “Bo doh de oh, bo doh de oh, doh.” As I changed my infant son’s di...

My father was an old world craftsman, not in the sense that he created exquisite furniture for people who had been born into “the purple o...

If my daughter’s friend had not thrown up, I would have met my wife in July 1993.   As it happened, however, I didn’t have a first coffee da...

Paul Newman is my role model.  Although he is no longer with us, I frequently find myself asking the eternal question: What would Paul do? ...

First, a confession.  I never buy pocket-size Kleenex. I know I am contributing to the demise of the Union of American Facial Tissue Workers...

Many would say that the backbreaking, repetitive work in a grimy, overheated, dimly lit paint factory isn’t fun. These poor benighted souls ...

I’ve got a little blue plastic box that holds some of the detritus of my life. It contains a jumble of small objects that, for some reason...

Many years ago, I spent a Saturday afternoon with my young daughter and pre-teen son in the park across from our apartment in Evanston, Illi...