Bye, Bye, Bye

Bye, Bye, Bye

Growing up in The Midwest, we had each of the four standard seasons—winter, spring, summer, and fall—and we had them in spades. Winters are cold and snowy, summers hot and humid, and spring and fall expertly straddle the extremes. Fall was always my favorite, and each...
On, The Novel, or You Can Call Me Al

On, The Novel, or You Can Call Me Al

This isn’t a subject I write about often because it’s a convoluted and complicated mess. But, like everyone else around, I have a father. I didn’t grow up with this man, and in fact only met him for the first time several years ago. Without getting...