I was driving east on 146th Street and I could see flashing red lights about a mile ahead of me.  As I got closer, the traffic was becoming more congested and of course, my curiosity was peaked by the crowd that had gathered around.  Moving at a snail's pace, the traf...

The first time I can remember my son, Jordan, wanting to know “why” about anything was when he was about 3 years of age.   He had jumped off the first landing of stairs inside our home several times.  Each time was well calculated with me standing and waiting to s...

When I was their age, Sunday morning was an adventure in just the preparation for departure from the house.  Mom was relentless and patient in trying to get everyone ready.  I suspect that she was like most other mothers on Sunday mornings in trying to make it all hap...