Take Off the Tights

Take Off the Tights

Back in the day, we’re talking the kindergarten day, I took ballet.  My ballet class was at Mrs. Gatsky’s house. No formal studio. No sequined costumes or hours-long recitals. She had a studio set up on her bottom floor, which opened up to her backyard. More often...
Trust and Betrayal

Trust and Betrayal

I don’t know if you ever forget the first time you got burned hard, by a colleague.  Memorial Day, 1998. I’d been managing Uncle Julios, the Tex-Mex restaurant we dubbed the million-dollar taco stand on the corner of North and Clybourn in Chicago. The management team...