Articles by Scott Saalman

So, everyone has boarded our transoceanic aircraft at O’Hare. The flight safety message starts. It’s the kind you watch on TV monitors instead of a flight attendant’s live reenactment of…

“Do you know what that is?” I asked my son on his 14th birthday in 2008, nodding toward the new 21-speed NEXT bicycle in the garage, a Walmart beauty given…

At the pandemic’s onset, I quit the gym. In its place, I purchased a step platform so I could participate in a beginners’ aerobics fitness cardio class, featuring instructor Jenny…

Earlier this week, I spent a few days back home in southern Indiana for work. When down there, I try to arrange a meal with my daughter, Delaney, who is…

The first time I donated blood, I passed out. I was 18, barely weighing the 110 pounds necessary to donate. I survived the actual blood draw. It was afterwards that…

I started the current Christmas season trying to avoid “Last Christmas” by Wham!. You see, my brother-in-law, Tim, texted an invitation to participate in WHAMAGEDDON, a game making the rounds…

In 2016, after two failed attempts at dog ownership, I firmly declared to my daughter Delaney: NO. MORE. DOGS. Don’t get me wrong: I like dogs. Well, I like the…

The most awkward part about publishing a book – other than when no one attends your book signing – is trying to sell copies to family members. Case in point:…

Last April, Brynne and I saw Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden, another bucket list concert for us to check off. For months, we were excited to see the Piano…