I Am Mine | Chicago, Part V

Meridians | 2026.05

Through this written reflection on Chicago, I've thought about a subconscious connection to a place, how a place can feel like home, whether you've ever lived there or not. A place where your soul feels at rest, with a subtle assurance, granted by nostalgia, that this is where I'm supposed to be.

I Am Mine | Chicago, Part IV

Meridians | 2026.04

Landing at Midway Airport, I took the Orange Line into town. Walking down the L platform at Clark | Lake, I paused for a moment, and sought to catch the rhythm of the city, gatheri

I Am Mine | Chicago, Part III

Meridians | 2026.03

A Pearl Jam concert is electric. But it's also religious. Spiritual. You're communing with yourself at every age you've listened to Pearl Jam. The music creates a temporal space where time collapses, wher

I Am Mine | Chicago, Part II

Meridians | 2026.02

Basketball taught me pressure — standing alone at the free throw line, all eyes watching, the game on the line. But being a father, responsible

I Am Mine | Chicago, Part I

Meridians | 2026.01

I sensed Chicago before I ever visited. A soul has its own cartography, mapping homes we've never seen, claiming ground we've never walked. Anchorage doesn't require presence. Home doesn't require residence.