Reunion Season

As a college student at Northwestern University, I couldn’t understand why massive numbers of alumni kept returning to campus for ballgames and reunions. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved my time in Evanston, Ill., but our teams were not very successful back then and the weather was horrific for a decent chunk of the... Continue Reading →

Remembering 9-11-01

I was fast asleep in my bed, curled up with my first-born child, on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. I had been sleepless most nights in the weeks leading up to that day, thanks to this colicky newborn at my side, so I was initially annoyed to be woken around 9:15 am by my... Continue Reading →

Mr. Rogers & Me

At 16, I probably appeared to my peers as if I were ready to take on the world. In the five years since my family had relocated in 1980 from Arlington, Va., to Lexington, Ky., I had gone from being an awkward, insecure sixth grader with remnants of a bowl cut, to a reasonably popular high school sophomore. I had oodles of friends and annoyed my siblings by monopolizing our phone... Continue Reading →

Our Story, Part 3

About a month after my college graduation, I found myself sitting in Lexington’s Bluegrass Airport waiting for my flight to Washington DC. My parents were with me, and I tried hard to absorb their familiar loving faces deep into the fabric of my mind. I wanted to be able to call forth their images at... Continue Reading →

Oprah & Gayle

In my senior year of college at Northwestern University, I shared a dilapidated off-campus house in Evanston with a group of close friends. All of us had arrived at college from other parts of the country, but we’d been friends for four years now. We became like family that year, sharing meals, study sessions and... Continue Reading →

Our Story, Part 2

It was now the late days of 1987. I had about two weeks left of winter break before I had to head back up North for the second half of my freshman year. The younger siblings I had been excited to see after months away at school were wearing on my nerves. I had talked... Continue Reading →

Our Story, Part 1

Julia and I can’t pinpoint exactly when we first met, although she thinks she remembers hearing my name when she was the new kid in sixth grade at James Lane Allen Elementary School in Lexington, Ky. That would’ve been in 1981, and she had just moved with her family from Arlington, Virginia. Ten years earlier, my family had moved south from Philadelphia into our first tiny house in Lexington’s Gardenside neighborhood when I was two years old, and I had attended James Lane... Continue Reading →

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