Aug 22, 2015 | A Day In My Life
When my boss asked me to write this, I was a little nervous. Was she asking me what I do all day? Going to use this to determine my job description? I decided she was interested in gathering some ammunition to take to the publishers, Calvin and Max, to wangle more...
Aug 21, 2015 | A Day In My Life
You want to know about a day in my life? Well, this much I can tell you for sure: It’s going to start way too damn early, and it’s probably going to get weird before it’s over. Up until a few months ago, I had a pretty normal routine. On weekdays, it...
Aug 20, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I can’t describe all the feelings that came over me that first day back at the old farm and pumpkin patch my grandparents had worked for so many years. Certainly nostalgia, guilt, and grief. They’d been missing since I was twelve. My mother and I had come to see them...
Aug 19, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I get up at dawn, a habit left over from the days when I trained nonstop. It’s late spring, so that means 5:30 a.m. in Chicago, enough time for a long, lazy ride before work. I fish around in my closet for a jersey, shorts, and shoes, and head down to the ground floor...
Aug 18, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Setting up the food truck this morning, one thought keeps running through my mind. How do I get myself into these situations? Then I remembered how when Aunt Jackie griped at me for setting up the water bottles wrong. This was all her doing. God knows I love the...
Aug 17, 2015 | A Day In My Life
My stepmother, Jillian Hart, is tying the knot with one of the best guys I know—Tom Stewart. Jillian married my dad when I was a teenager. When they moved to their dream home on Mercy Lake in South Carolina, he died suddenly. She was heartbroken and so was I, but now...
