I had almost given the tickets away. They were a gift from a friend, who couldn’t make the game. After I took them, I thought I had an unavoidable conflict. But the week before, I found out I could go. “I’m going to make it after all,” I told my friend. He had given them …
From my first day of school, when I reluctantly let go of my mother’s hand to take the hand of my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Speck, to the day when I hoped no one would detect the nervousness in my voice as I stood to defend my doctoral dissertation, school has been a process of letting …
“Do you want to finish this tour tomorrow?” I asked Lori. My wife and I were wilting. As the weather forecaster would say, we had the three “h’s.” It was hazy, hot, and humid. And we had just walked through a good portion of the gardens at the Biltmore Estate in Ashville, North Carolina. Although …