Sitting across from her in a quaint, used-to-be coffee shop, she says it. “I have an exciting story to tell.” I’m holdin’ my fresh, double-dipped-in-butter hot pretzel, baptizing that baby in a cup of

I’m going to speak on a tough subject today. It was on my mind when I was out runnin’ this morning through green, green, tasseled corridors, cool air sweet-scented with

It was a friend who reminded me of it just the other day. “You told me,” she said, “that it would be (his) story.” And here, she named her son.