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.
What do you do when you want to pivot back to what you used to do, that you never thought you’d do again?
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.
Or, the moment I realized my noise-canceling headphones were assistive technology for the elderly.
The message from my Managed Midlife Crisis™? Stop being afraid to start being myself again.
Sometimes the thing you’re most afraid of is the most important thing you can do.
Every six years or so, I remember how much I love Chicago and gush unapologetically. Check your watches. No apologies.
The Cubs winning the World Series reminds me that I still do love my adopted Chicago hometown.
One percolator, two percolators, three percolators, more please. How Ryan and I became addicted to making our coffee the mid-century way.
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.