Hebreo Rizado
Sometimes when you’re ‘Jewish and’ you just have to lead with the ‘and.’ I’m a Hispanic Jew who’s taking off his kippah.
The Death and Life of My Planning Career
What do you do when you want to pivot back to what you used to do, that you never thought you’d do again?
The Blessing For Making Me Hispanic
This summer, I opened the door to my family’s secrets in order to reclaim my heritage. Hi, my name is Michael Doyle, and I’m a Hispanic American.
The Ecstasy and Agony of Noise-Canceling Headphones
Or, the moment I realized my noise-canceling headphones were assistive technology for the elderly.
These Marks Show That You Are Alive
The message from my Managed Midlife Crisis™? Stop being afraid to start being myself again.
All the Places I Am
Sometimes the thing you’re most afraid of is the most important thing you can do.
It’s Not Where You’re From, It’s Where You’re At
Every six years or so, I remember how much I love Chicago and gush unapologetically. Check your watches. No apologies.
Cubs and a Forgotten Chicagoan
The Cubs winning the World Series reminds me that I still do love my adopted Chicago hometown.
The Forbidden Love of Percolators
One percolator, two percolators, three percolators, more please. How Ryan and I became addicted to making our coffee the mid-century way.
Do These Bifocals Make Me Look Old?
I used to see my mother’s eyes in my reflection. Then it was time for bifocals. Now how I wish I could get my grandmother out of the mirror.