Finger of fate

Forty years ago I sat across the table from an imposing man 20 years my senior.  He was taller than I and had a deep, baritone voice.  He was cordial, he smiled with his eyes as well as his mouth, he shook my hand with a firm grip, and then we sat down to business.  […]

Growing from the inside out

This article begins a new series about growing up.  Not growing up in the traditional sense, where you can mark your progress on the door frame or you start shaving or you get your drivers license, but growing up on the inside. Leg aches were a tangible sign of physical growth.  I had severe leg […]