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Peasant stock! That’s what I say when something needs to be done that requires more than a modicum of exertion. And so today I shouted it ou...

If you were to count the number of cloudy days we’ve had these past months, you’d have to believe that an evil spell has been cast over Madi...

It’s time to be grateful. And I am, I AM! Thanks to Ann ( here ) who is supremely generous in her blog links. You write something even h...

Should I tell the couple that is hogging TWO tables at the Café that this is not right? That they are disturbing my sense of fair play? That...

1. I had a long, leisurely meeting yesterday with a colleague who has been at the Law School for quite a while. His experiences are such th...

invitations I’ve written here upon occasion about my Polish high school crush of all crushes, the one that lasted years and years, where...

When I first moved to the Midwest people would tell me that they didn’t much care for the singular snootiness of East Coast types who never ...

Who would spend an entire afternoon at Borders on such a beautiful day? Me. I have a lot of work to catch up with and oftentimes bringing st...

It is barely 7 in the morning. The phone is ringing. Not to worry, I know who it is – it’s my walking buddy catching me again for an early m...

Every year I conclude that this day is under-appreciated. In terms of celebratory oomph, it definitely trumps New Year’s. There, we’re talki...

I’m a sucker for blog posts that are poignant, troubled, heartfelt, sincere. Unfortunately, there aren’t many who attempt to do this and ev...

I don’t ever recall celebrating a Father’s Day in Poland, nor Men’s Day. Mother’s Day – most definitely and Women’s Day too. One could guess...

It took six hours to finish Market buying for L’Etoile today. Three comments on the foraging: too much, too long, too windy. This is my o...

In “My Life,” Clinton admits to sleeping on the couch for at least two months after confessing to his wife that he had had an affair with Mo...

A friend coaxed me out for an early morning walk. No, that is so incorrect. “Coaxed out for a walk” cannot be used in the same sentence with...

It has long been the practice in Rome to fund restoration of monuments by putting up scaffolding and selling advertising space on it (read a...

The squirrel that zonked out during last week's warm spell on the branch of the apple tree outside my window, came back today to clean h...

Today’s Isthmus describes the tribulations of the Library Mall Orange piccolo player. (He wears all things orange, always). He’s been cited ...

Not once but twice in the last 24 hours I have recounted lengthy stories only to forget, in the midst of telling them, why I launched into t...

“Careful: this person is not used to free choice.” That’s the warning that should have been pinned to my coat when I landed as a student on ...