Alan Jacobs


I’m back in my old stomping grounds of Wheaton, Illinois today, and I just learned that one of most memorable people I’ve ever met, Mykha Trinh, died six years ago. When our son Wes was a baby, we’d go to her little restaurant and after she cooked amazing meals for us she would hold Wes and walk him around the restaurant so we could eat in peace. Everything she had, including her time and energy, she gave to others.