“Let me take care of this for you,” says the saleswoman. Then, mercifully, she walks away to a counter at the far end of the shoe department. I search my coat pocket for tissues. It’s the post-holiday rush in department stores all over the United States. But here in Chicago, at the end of 2010,…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
