Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

Didn’t I just write that I was taking a summer sabbatical? I did. But I also included a caveat that if there was a story…

It was June 2005, and we were headed in the car towards The Taste of Chicago. Armed with empty stomachs and a reason to celebrate,…

I was lying in bed the other morning; I had already taken my ear plugs out. I am such a light sleeper (perhaps because of…

For long-time readers, do not be alarmed by the word DeLorean. You are not in a time warp traveling back to the future. Or, maybe…