Of all the gifts a mom gives her children, it’s a rather nondescript one that I’ve been grateful for during the past couple years.
The year 2019 is in the books. As the months go by, I always try to keep tabs on the year’s superlatives in preparing for this column. As always, there were emotional highs and lows this year. Here are some of my most memorable moments from 2019—and the end of 2018.
As you may have heard, President Barack Obama is now an honorary member at Beverly Country Club, a revered neighborhood institution that has held prestigious PGA tournaments, hosted a few fun weddings that I’ve been to and employed me for a day as a valet parking cars on Easter Sunday during…
It’s a little uncomfortable for me, as editor of The Beverly Review, to write a commentary praising a local business—after all, I don’t want to sound like I’m favoring one place over another.
Ah, the new year is here. A time for resolutions that will never be met. A time for awkward walks around the gym that we just joined. Look at that—we’re only three or four weeks away from realizing that we’ve already fallen short of achieving those resolutions.
It was a few minutes after the Blackhawks’ 2016 season had ended. My phone’s battery was dying when I picked up a text from my pal Scott Fredericks, or “Sporty,” as he is affectionately known around the newsroom of The Beverly Review.