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“Come outside and sit with me for a minute,” he says. “The sun is just going down. The sky looks awesome.” “I’ll be right there,” she replies. “I just want to put this food in the fridge and clean up the kitchen.” The momentum of the day carries her through…

Author’s Note: The following is as slightly revised version of my Father’s Day post. It has been updated to include a few more memories for this week’s Monday Listicles, which had the topic of “10 Happy Memories of Dad, Husband, Etc.,” which was provided by Kim at The G Is…

I am speechless.  I am utterly speechless. For a writer that typically presents a whole host of problems, but in this case, I am humbly rendered speechless – in the best of ways. This morning, upon checking the emails and Facebook updates on my iPhone, I learned that I had…

There’s no mistaking it – color and mood go hand in hand.  Colors are influential on a social, cultural, and personal level, and my recent post in Urban Times talks about the impact that the “Color Jam” exhibit in downtown Chicago might have on passersby and workers in the Loop.…

Close the door.  And keep it closed. Close the door to the storms with their blustery winds, pounding rains, and flashing lightening. Close the door and put up a façade, a bold scarlet portico so that others cannot see the messiness that lies within. Close the door to your mind,…