The bomb hummus and Rose and Dave celebrate 44 years

Recently my father’s emails have the anthropological value of reminding me, or future me, of what has been stressing me out recently. To wit: “Start this kind of day, or tomorrow if that applies, with the knowledge that your are listened to, supported, encouraged…and loved by your dad.  (I realize that may have little or no…

Dad’s hummus and Day 1: Rose and Dave

Three hours ago, Mom and Dad picked me up at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. On our way into Evanston, I sat in the backseat of their two-door Ford Focus and furiously typed everything they said into my phone. One thing to know about my mom: She abbreviates EVERYTHING. For example, within three minutes, she…