Give Me Your Eyes

On vacation a couple of years ago, while I was checking into our hotel, five-year-old Cade wandered over to the lounge area.  I could see him talking to an older man sitting there.  If you had surveyed all of the men in Chicago, searching for the one who least wanted...

“What kind of turkey?”

At the meat counter, my friend, Angela, heard an elderly woman say to the deli attendant, “I would like some turkey, please.” The young man said, “Ok…. What kind of turkey? Smoked? Honey? Roasted?”She replied, “Oh… Well, I don’t know. I just need some turkey.”He said,...

Cole’s New Rule

One day, sitting on bar stools for lunch, Lindsay snuck a pretzel from five-year-old Cole’s plate. If you had known Cole at this point, you would have admired Lindsay for her bravery. But your admiration would have quickly converted to sympathy, as the...

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