by Bob Reeg I lived my childhood in a midwestern, mid-century, residential subdivision populated at the time nearly exclusively by White people. I recall no people of color walking the neighborhood’s streets, nor peers of color at my parochial elementary school. And despite the neighborhood being named “Indian Hills,” with street names such as Kickapoo […]

by Bob Reeg, MPA, CVA I feel conflicted about the autumn season. On the one hand, I enjoy the adjustment to lower temperatures and the burst of color as leaves change from verdant greens to crisp yellows, oranges, and reds. On the other hand, the decrease in daylight hours causes me to feel pressure to […]