Ocean

The day was a blur. I’ve been nursing a cold (what a ridiculous phrase – nursing a cold – as if I wanted to bring it out in its full glory)...

The glorious beginning. Not for everyone on campus just yet. It’s still mostly empty on Bascom Hill (right outside my office). But slowly th...

Troops of retail. I see them everywhere now. I can’t shake it, they stand out for me: women and men, but mostly women – walking, sitting, ta...

People ask this question when small stuff (meaning, not life threatening) hits them in the face – why me? And I think (but I don’t say it) ...

I would like to say that biking back from a coffee with a friend brought to my mind the words of Walt Whitman, but that’s not exactly a corr...

There is always a day that becomes an endpoint (or a beginning, depending on which side you take) – a day from which you move forward. Of co...

We’re in the grocery store just down the hill. Ed is on the floor, peering into the depths of the shelf where his discount cheerio-like cere...

During my teens and for a few years after I passed the point of no more childhood (it was long ago) I was troubled by uncertainty. As a high...

It is the summer of small pieces of food. Last night, as we chopped roasted vegetables and mixed them into little kernels of bulgur along wi...

When authors Eggers and Russo write, I listen. And this month, both have come forth with shiny new books for me to really really want to rea...

I’m not beyond writing in clichés. And I admit it: it's difficult to take uniquely original photos when the day is filled with work. But...

Did you know that most dictionaries regard slaw as a synonym for cole slaw? But that if you dig deeper, some will tell you that slaw is shre...

I think the happiest people are those who can transition from one setting to another effortlessly. Pluck them out of one pond, dump them int...

It is again near midnight and I am riding the El from Addison up north, to Clark and Lake – the stop for my hotel. I am reminded of the tail...