Confession of the day: I’m a social media addict. I love Facebook and I write posts about absolutely everything, from the wonderful latte art on the cappuccino I had this morning to the random conversation I had with the Uber driver who turned out to be an aspiring...
It’s Saturday evening at Marcie and Steve’s home in suburban Minneapolis and their guests are chatting amiably over dinner. Marcie and Steve are one of my lovely host families in the Twin Cities. The house is as cozy and welcoming as its owners. There’s a white piano...
“Native Gardens” is a witty comedy by Karen Zacarías, currently showing at the Guthrie Theater. The well-to-do Butleys, with their manicured lawn and beautiful azaleas, scoff at their new next-door neighbors’ unkempt garden. The new arrivals are Pablo del Valle, a...
“Phones off. Put your laptops away. Remember how to take notes? Well, that’s what you’re going to do,” yelled John Ullmann as soon as he walked into the room. My colleagues and I complied like school children who’ve just been admonished by a stern headmaster, switched...
The 2016 WPI Fellows after a meeting at the White House In the glovebox of a Chicago taxi there is a birthday card from Barack Obama. The driver, Kenny, doesn’t stick it to the dash, like the photos of his wife and grandkids. He’s worried someone might tear it...
“Chicago. The city, like a phoenix, risen from the ashes after the Great Fire in 1871. The city of the first skyscraper in the world. The city of opportunities. The city money and blood. The city where I was born and died. “Midnight Sun” Stephenie...