A Touch

Two hours into a morning lecture at a recent workshop I was attending, I left my chair and sat on the floor in the aisle to stretch my lower back, still listening to the teacher and continuing to write notes in my notebook. A few moments later, I felt a touch and...

Grandfather’s Throne

I offer this little story I sometimes tell: It was probably six years ago when I was in a busy copy shop in Uptown Minneapolis one morning and chanced upon my dear friend “David,” with a little girl at his side, as they were on their way out after making...