Father’s Day: The memory that haunts me

At the risk of calling down calamity on myself, I will say that I have been in three, or maybe two, car accidents in my life. (Knock wood.) The least serious was a minor collision in the parking lot of my office building on the afternoon of 9/11, when probably everyone in the United States was too upset to be behind the wheel of a car. I definitely was. The most serious happened when I was in high school, and a drunk driver blew through a stop sign at high speed, hitting the car in which I was a front-seat passenger.

Neither of those is the one that haunts me. Continue reading

Branding help for the Girl Scouts

It’s not because I was a Brownie as a child, but because I am a writer turned content strategist as an adult. Bear with me while I offer some free brand advice to the Girl Scouts. I’m compelled.

Unless you live far from civilization and any sort of elementary or secondary school, you’ll be familiar with the proud signs that parents skewer into their front lawns, or display in windows, boasting of their children’s accomplishments. They’re handed out by school clubs and sports teams everywhere: Continue reading

Hope springs eternal on the South Side

Sunday afternoon, the White Sox are playing.
We sit at home, too lazy (or poor) to be at the ballpark
but rapt before the TV,
inside on a glorious sunny day,
buoyed by the hope that accompanies Spring.
Flowers and leafing trees, a warming breeze,
and a new season
with new young players
who haven’t yet disappointed.
They may yet,
but White Sox fans are accustomed to disappointment,
and the future is not today.
Today it’s still next year on Chicago’s South Side.