Fortuna favet fatuis.
While a room filled with police officers and masked people can conjure images of a bank heist gone terribly wrong, there was an entirely different vibe coming out of Signatures at Bayside on Friday, May 7: one of appreciation.
American poet Maya Angelou held more than 50 honorary degrees, championed civil rights, worked with both Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., and penned more stunningly beautiful words than the world around her really had a right to absorb, if we’re being completely honest. In totality, she…
In about the span of a week, America saw two more mass shootings that orphaned children, destroyed families and broke the heart of, well, anyone with a heart beating in his or her chest.
Was that a pulse I felt? The beating heart of a community coming back to life? A sliver of hope in the form of... massive blocks of ice and a motorized hot dog?
Is a community a microcosm of society at large, or do the characteristics of the greater society infiltrate the smaller community, making it reflective of the greater whole?
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’”
Has there ever been a more roundly-anticipated end to a year than the don’t-let-the-door-hit-you-where-the-good-Lord-split-you collective middle finger thrust forward by the collective soul of humanity to 2020?
One of my favorite exercises of every December is to sift through each issue of that year and put together this relatively brief year-in-review column.
If there’s one thing that’s, hopefully, grown deep inside all of us during these curve-flattening, soul-sucking, economy-obliterating, life-stealing months of COVID-Mania, it is the concept of appreciation.
If there is one thing I can be grateful about in this twisted, depressing, toilet-paper-lacking, heart-breaking, economy-busting, Zoom-infested year of ours, it’s that, well, I am indeed thankful.
In 1992, at the age of 19, Eduard Seitan immigrated to the United States from Romania, according to a story on Today.com. Though he didn’t speak a lick of English, he did speak Italian, which helped him secure a job as a food runner at Italian restaurant Club Lucky in Chicago.
The American public will learn in less than three weeks who they have democratically elected to fill the highest position in all the land. Well, in less than three weeks the American public will start to put itself through an excruciating, bile-filled, partisan, whiney, tone-deaf exercise in…
Magawa, a hero around Cambodia, has found 39 land mines and 28 separate pieces of unexploded ordnance over the course of the past five years. This courage and competency earned him an award the equivalent of the “George Cross, an award given to British civilians or soldiers who perform ‘acts…
One of my favorite pieces of nostalgia from my time in the service was the random conversations I would have with different people. Why did you join? Do you have a girl back home? How did you manage to get your credit score over 65?
So, I have this theory I’ve been putting together. For now, let’s call it the “Blindingly Handsome Bald Newspaper Editor Theory” — you know, until we can come up with something better.
Life is a series of ups and downs, twists and turns, and loops and, well, more loops. If you happen to be a roller coaster enthusiast, like Jared Ream, those turbulent moments in time are what fuel life itself — and his desire to chase those fleeting moments of gravitational impossibilities …
By the time you read this, there is an excellent chance I am sitting on my luxury yacht, sipping on an adult beverage and listening to Alicia Keys sing “If I Ain’t Got You” from a makeshift stage on deck while Bobby Flay grills me a steak a few feet away. Oh, yeah... the wife and kid will pr…
Life is about experiences. To be a little more specific, individuals’ lives are often shaped by those individuals’ particular and unique life experiences.