Ocean

This afternoon, I watched a young woman exit Whole Foods. Two long braids of jet black hair fell magnificently on her bare back. The pleats ...

What would you guess about the two photos that I took today? I’d label them “inaccessible.” The first is straightforward: we walk through a ...

With friends visiting from out of town… (mother and daughter) I did the downtown market today. It’s not that I’m not proud of the Westside C...

I’m learning, with the assistance of a highly skilled entrepreneur, on what not to do to launch a project (which has the goal of paying for ...

Biking home after a far west errand, I stopped at Owen Woods. It’s Madison’s underrated park. Besides those living within spittin’ distance ...

Ed has a thriving population of Japanese beetles on his property. You know them perhaps? They’re too thick and crunchy to be attractive to t...

To me, July 22nd will always recall a different segment of my life. It used to be the Polish equivalent to the 4th of July: the national hol...

Is being in the midst of construction ever pleasant? It’s not as tedious as going to the dentist, or maybe it is because I wake up to the so...

It’s time to reacquaint myself with my office again. I start a summer schedule of teaching this week and even though I try hard to take most...

I’ve got a few good things to cheer about. Today marks a year in the condo. I noticed a wasp nest on the balcony. Celebrate! More important:...

Whereas in spring, I had two ongoing sagas that I monitored here, on Ocean , now I have three. To the building of the writer’s shed, and the...

My man Jason, the color expert (in the hair department) must be wondering what the hell has happened to me. I haven’t seen him in months. It...

Early in May, I helped Ed plant peas. Or, you could say that he helped me. Because really, I don’t know much about growing peas. Flowers, he...

Several weeks ago, we were just finishing up our veggie hunt at the Westside Community Market. I looked at my still not too full basket. Pot...

In the late late afternoon, Ed and I shelved our ongoing discussion about the meaning of life (and really – all discussions can be condensed...

It’s Saturday. We are on Drummond Island and by all accounts, the weather is unsteady. By some accounts, the waters may be choppy on this da...