The pocket neighborhood on the Northwest side of Chicago where I grew up and forged bonds that I will have the rest of my life has defined me. Me and my counterparts affectionately refer to the neighborhood as the “Square” and it is where my heart and some of my greatest affinities lie. The peopleContinue reading “When it hits home”
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Protected: Reflections on my Uncle and living on Borrowed time
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Embracing gratitude above all else
Sometimes just being is enough.
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