Ocean

The sun has value beyond simple aesthetics – so opined a court in a decision I discussed in class today. Of course, the dissenting opinion s...

Perhaps no other day highlights the difference in the temperament between myself and my occasional traveling companion, Ed, than this Februa...

I wake up to a zesty day – well below freezing. But oh, the sunshine! Saturday. Work? No. Not today. I may pay for this later, I may scream ...

People marry. More often than not, actually. And remarry. And think about marrying. (Though I know a number who would not include themselve...

First of all, when Madison skies are this blue in February, you know it's a cold day. When the only booth on Library Mall is one where a...

There are, during winter, these fabulously decadent moments when you close your eyes and put your face to the sun and it feels sooooooo luxu...

In the morning, I see the snow. It isn’t beautiful – not in the downward fall. It’s rather skimpy, even as I learn that it will be a signifi...

Love. I know, it’s too early to be posting about love. That’s Sunday talk. Valentine’s Day "nonsense." Still, as I stop at a café ...

It has been such a long time since I’ve been drunk or giddy or irresponsible. Or on a bike, making my way to Ed’s farmette, or on a train, o...

We hiked the ridge (Blackhawk Ridge, west of Madison), up, then into the forest... ...where views, hidden at full foliage time, trickled in ...

Six years ago I had my neck poked and dissected in a search for some pernicious disease. I remember it because I blogged about it. No one fo...

My friend in St Paul wrote a post that reminded me of squirrels. More accurately, it reminded me that I need to slow down. Ed (always good...

I read in the NYTimes earlier this week that a person’s irrational fear of driving on highways (irrational because it turns out that highway...