i didn't write the headline

I have been working on an essay about a very personal story. I wrote it in honor of my son, Max, on the occasion of his 25th birthday. When he came home to visit recently, I read it to him as a bed time story. We hugged and cried. And said I love you. A lot.

Later I asked if it'd be OK if I shared the story. He did not hesitate to say of course.

It's the cover story in today's KC Star Magazine.