I woke up this morning the same as any other. The steam from the shower slipped slowly beneath the bathroom door in a warm cloud over the bed, where I still lay in a light slumber. I opened my eyes in a foggy haze and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was …
I heard stories after the Cubs won the World Series. Stories before we even left Chicago for the off-season. Magical stories of families, friends, complete strangers coming together to celebrate the biggest game in Cubs history since 1908. One story really hit home for me. Reporters interviewed a man, perhaps in his early 40’s, who …
He can hear the wailing of the horn again, but he can’t seem to tell if he’s awake or asleep, stuck somewhere between his dreams and reality. The constant blaring in the distance finally startles him awake. He rubs his bloodshot eyes and lifts his head from his crossed arms where it rested moments before …
Keep going. Each step may get harder, but don’t stop. The view at the top is beautiful.
One year ago today, the streets of New York City glimmered with magic. Hints of the passing rain fall painted the streets in a shimmering golden layer as dusk quickly approached and the sun began to sink in between the skyscrapers of Times Square. We walked hand-in-hand down the bustling streets of the city …
To most people, the month of February signifies a sign of hope. A sign that offers us a beacon of light while all the holiday craziness dies down and the bleak, frosted weather relentlessly storm clouds above us, dropping nothing but mounds of ice and snow and all things cold. February signifies that soft flicker of …
