Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”

What a difficult few weeks it had been.  Life had thrown some curve balls, leaving us scrambling to catch up, get ahead, work it through.  I’d fallen silent, needing time

Nearly all winter long, I’d heard the complaints on Facebook.  Entire families were coming down with the crud.  Schools were reporting large numbers of students missing, sidelined by illness.  And

This is the announcement Little made just this Saturday morning past to his daddy. “I need lunch money,” he added, “and somebody needs to help me cross the road.” He

In recounting the highlights and what impacted them, one phrase that Bob used repeatedly was “feet for the path that I’m on.”  The guide (their ‘rabbi’; they traveled as a