Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
The first time I saw a Ron Parker production, I sat in wonder, so mesmerized I could not bring myself to leave my seat at intermission. My oldest son was a freshman that year and he'd yet to grow into his giant feet. The football field seemed more like his natural habitat, because it was. [...]
Like Meg Ryan's character in You've Got Mail, I am a big fan of daisies. The fragile appearance of their petals belie the determined stretch of their roots. They stand tall against inevitable storms with an admirable reliability. Harbingers of joy, they spring up early, stay late and tend happily to the task at hand. [...]
I can't take time in a bottle, but for a few minutes on a Monday afternoon I popped a Jim Croce tape into an old 8-track tape player and took myself back to 1972. To my shock, that old relic fired right up, which proved to be somewhat problematic for a hyper-nostalgic person like myself. [...]
Tracey Bice ruined me. I tell that story all the time. It involves some really late nights in a newsroom, a Legend of Sleepy Hollow character, and the greatest copy editor I’ve ever known. I got to celebrate the 40th anniversary of that story and a whole bunch of others this weekend at Marquette University. [...]
Like the child who planted it, our pepper plant has moments of glorious triumph. It rises from unconventional roots, stretched surprisingly deep against a cement floor. Peppers are meant to be seasonal fruit, but this one weathers all kinds of storms with a stubbornness that both impresses and confounds. Last year, we thought it had [...]
