My right hand is bothering me this afternoon. It’s not sore, really. It’s more like it’s lonely. I think my hand might be missing the Cubs championship ring that I was privileged to wear for a few moments this morning. Doesn’t it look good on my finger? Let me back up and explain. Today was my monthly breakfast with several English department people I taught with before we all retired. One of them, Tony Casalino, […]
For the past two months, I have wanted only to think or speak or write about two things: my mother’s death and the Chicago Cubs. I have talked a lot, maybe incessantly, about the Cubs, mainly because it’s easier on me and those around me to think about winning than dying. In the quiet places of my heart, though, I will remember the summer-turned-fall of 2016 as the time that Mom slowly, painfully failed, while […]
Happy October from Maples at the Sonatas… Where we are lovin’ our World Series-playin’ Cubbies. Our mascot, Healy the Bear, says, GO, CUBS, GO! And so do most of our residents.