Into the Weekend 05.09.25

From the archives, Brad's annual Mothers Day message.

Through our lives we are known and recognized by our various relationships, habits, and accomplishments. Personally, I’m known as Yoni’s husband, Max and Jack-Jack’s father, brother of Deena, Jon and Stephen. And, as of 4:17 AM this morning, great uncle to Jonah Abraham, my niece Melanie's newborn baby.

I am a pretty good artist, a decent pianist, a lifelong Chicagoan, an attorney, and an accomplished real estate broker.

I’m known as THAT GUY who will change the table at a restaurant if it’s not perfect, send back the chicken if it’s not hot, and refuse to accept that “small plates are meant to be shared." I’m the impatient driver who honks to move traffic along, the political activist who demands equality and doesn’t understand those who don’t, and the avid traveler who until recently always flies economy. I’m the one who absolutely loves camping, provided it’s at the Four Seasons.

I am the guy with the cutest dog on the block. I’m the hypochondriac, especially when it comes to my back (and my knee, and my shoulder, and my small toe, and all my other conditions).

But, more than anything, I am most proud to be Jacky Lippitz’s son. Although she has been gone for 24 years now, not a day passes when someone doesn’t approach me and tell me how fabulous she was, how much they admired her, how their lives were changed by her warmth, her spirit, and her generosity. Invariably, they mention how exceptionally beautiful she was, inside and out.

Man, I miss her. I hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day. Hug her tight. 

Have a great weekend!

Best,

Brad