Tag: life

  • Twentieth Anniversary

    “How did you two meet?” It’s a question I’ve gotten so many times I stopped counting. But I’ve only gotten better at telling the story. In the spring of 1998, at 18-years-old, I took a flight from MacArthur Airport on Long Island to O’Hare International Airport, alone. I flew alone because it was hard enough…

  • Goodbye Harold

    Goodbye Harold

    I met Harold in the aftermath of a hurricane.  We were both fugitives, running from homes without heat or electricity into a neighbor’s home with both.  We were lucky enough to be invited to stay for some company and a meal.  Harold was warm and present in a way that made me instantly like him. …