The story you are about to read is true. The names have not been changed because there are no innocents, just a half-century milestone we’re thrilled to be marking and a legendary party about which some people would prefer we don’t speak. To celebrate properly, and excise old demons, speak we must. Our story begins [...]
By tomorrow I will have lived a half a century. It's not the number of years that bothers me, it's the speed at which I racked them up. Somehow, in the happy chaos of scrambled dinners, scattered socks, fun runs, permission slips, committee meetings, and looming deadlines, I must have looked away for a moment. [...]
On the southwest side of Chicago during a frigid February afternoon in 1967, a small boy took a nap, setting in motion a chain of events that reverberated through five subsequent decades. That boy, who grew up to be my husband Vince, may or may not have been a victim of a heartless crime, birthday [...]