Four Kids, A Basketball Game, And A Fake Smile
We weren’t actually there to watch the basketball game. Our primary purpose (or so we thought,) in braving the cold, windy December evening in Chicago, was to catch a few minutes of a half-time cheerleading routine. The girls stood tall READ MORE
A Man’s Man
As I pored over photographs, a particular one, my dad and I performing our Sunday afternoon ritual of reading the funny papers, caught my attention. Sprawled on the living room floor under the swamp cooler, I (four years old), in a summer READ MORE