My first attempt at sports left a bad taste in my mouth. The briny taste of tears, in fact. I was five or six and was “encouraged” to sign up for little league baseball like all the other ...Read More
(Our first Pride Day together in 2001. Notice Ken’s (l) nail bling.) This week I watched “Out & Proud in Chicago” on WTTW, our local PBS station. It was riveting. I always love a...Read More
(A rare paparazzi shot, catching vintage badasses Denise and Ron (circa 1990) arriving “on the scene.”) I read a blurb recently about a study conducted on a group of “truly happyR...Read More
