I’m Moving Out

I think it was January or February of 1989. It had to be one of those months because it was ass cold outside as I was standing at a bus stop in Chicago, waiting to catch a ride home with my dear friend. We were wearing dress shoes and our Class A military uniforms (for … Read more

Dear Self

Life is a journey and for the most part, you have always chosen the more difficult path. You like a challenge, you like the feeling of achievement. In the process, you might have made yourself a little crazy and the people around you.  Fortunately for you, you have a wonderful family and amazing friends that … Read more