December 30th, 2013 § permalink
September 27th, 2013 § permalink
On the long slog chunk of a September afternoon, getting to that time of year when 5 p.m. means slanting light and a sky yellowing into sunset, tired workers in shirts and ties or skirts and jackets slouched through River North on their way anywhere else.
A bubble wafted down. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 14th, 2013 § permalink
His earliest memory was realizing his penis looked different than his brothers’.
“The doctor who did my circumcision has been called incompetent,” the now-white-haired man said as the crowd whipped by to get to the Red Line Grand stop. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 2nd, 2013 § permalink
My biggest professional shame is when I chickened out on writing a story where I knew I was right.
It was in the ‘burbs, so it wasn’t a Chicago story, but the themes of friend-friend deals, smiles and handshakes and winks and timing on contracts that they don’t want anyone to put together are the same. This one just happened in bucolia, where people are smiling and happy and rich and THINGS LIKE THIS don’t happen here. » Read the rest of this entry «