Finding Treasure

Finding Treasure

“Hey, you got a cigarette? No? Okay. God bless you anyways.” Meet Treasure. He’s a prostitute. He’s standing on a corner in Boystown, Chicago, holding a broken and bent cigarette in his mouth. He found it near the gutter next to him. His nails are long and dirty. His...
Paying for the Future: Who America Ought to Be

Paying for the Future: Who America Ought to Be

Today marks seventy three days since the Inauguration of President Trump. In those seventy three days, we’ve seen immigration bans, and dashed plans to dismantle the Affordable Care Act. We’ve also seen an Executive Order that repeals protections against climate...
Offering a ‘Welcome Home’

Offering a ‘Welcome Home’

After college I moved to Louisville to attend law school. With time, I would eventually find a wonderful group of friends. And with time, I’d be able to navigate the city rather than continually rely upon Garmin’s directions. And, true, eventually with time I’d fall...
Remaking a Better Belle

Remaking a Better Belle

In 1991 Disney made history when “Beauty and the Beast” became the first animated film ever to be nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture (See above). Now, Disney has re-imagined  “Beauty and the Beast” as a live action film.  This remake counts on...
Call and (Delayed) Response

Call and (Delayed) Response

“I thought about him every day for eighteen years,” she said. “And we may have been a little delayed, but now, it feels just perfect.” *** My flight was delayed 45 minutes. Moments before the delay was announced, I was sprinting through the Chicago Midway Airport,...
March Madness and Family

March Madness and Family

Embed from Getty Images You probably know someone like us.  Our weekly Thursday meeting was moved to Wednesday.  A Friday conference call was scheduled for the Creighton game’s halftime.  The mood at Saturday’s dinner was funereal, West Virginia having...
The Art of the Snow Day

The Art of the Snow Day

The call arrived at 7:12am, two minutes after morning Mass ended. Sister Barb got it first; her 90’s throwback Nokia ringtone echoed in the church vestibule. Then Father Edmund’s, the ubiquitous iPhone ringtone. My pulse quickened, excited, as they both put it on...