build a bridge

Trying to wing the toast at my son’s wedding last May was a horrible idea. Once I had the microphone and looked out at that historic, lakefront ballroom full of cherished family and friends, I felt an uncomfortable lump forming in my throat. When I turned to address the bride and groom, the swelling mysteriously … Continue reading build a bridge

the dash that is our life

Yesterday, I visited the cemetery where my dad was laid to rest in 1985.  I hadn't planned to stop there, but construction and a wrong turn after dropping my mom at the airport led me on an adventure through the city of Chicago, and then to the highway that passed his exit. I settled in … Continue reading the dash that is our life