Ocean

Morning brunch on the Square. The streets are empty. It’s a holiday, isn’t it? I park, I read the meter: not enforced on week-ends and holid...

Warm, tantalizing Sunday. My older daughter and I set out for some of my favorite autumnal outposts. The girl’s deprived. It’s a paved world...

I can hardly catch my breath. My older daughter is home for the week-end and the day cannot hold enough minutes. In case you wonder how it i...

In the late, late afternoon, just before the sun disappeared on me completely, I biked to Ed’s place. It has been a long week and I admit it...

I am more like McCain than Obama in at least this way: I act on impulse. I think afterwards. I have to say that this has lead to some unbeli...

Until the 1970s, my permanent home was in Warsaw Poland. The family apartment (where my dad lives to this day) was in the city center, but v...

The decisions you make at daybreak come back to haunt you by sunset. Call it a Polish proverb. Though I think in true Polish speak, it would...

In the days when I was looking at various photo printing options around town, I stumbled upon the studio (workshop? salon?) of Tom & Bar...

I’m not a fan of giving advice. I think my personal experiences in life may be interesting, but they don’t offer much in the way of wisdom o...

Hats off to you guys, the vendors-farmers at the Westside Community Farmers Market here, in Madison. Second night of frost and this time, it...

There are some people who never act on skills that they have and then there are those who make way too much of skills that, even after much ...

The unexpected gift. The compliment, the pat on the back. The invitation that you never thought would be for you. Aren’t these magnificent? ...