Ocean

How are my eyebrows? -- I ask Ed. Completely gone? No, just a little singed. Casualties of the morning. Also undone – a pair of outdoor g...

It’s late now. We’re watching a show on snakes. It’s fair to say that I dislike it immensely.  Sometimes I am fascinated in simply watching ...

One little key on my laptop was wobbly. It seemed loose and ready to fly – elsewhere. And so I made this evening the time to visit the Apple...

...in days of tense work schedules, I remain, much of the time, behind closed doors. No breakthrough or break time moments today. No time, n...

...for the sunshine! It helps to set out in the morning to this. When the bright light shines down on Bascom Hill, even the snowman t...

I look outside my office window and I see a giant snowman on Bascom Mall (the expanse of hill just outside my office window). It's not a...

Ed tells me – we should get our Dane County skiing permits. As we navigate the ins and outs of doing this online, we note that not all parks...

To live in the country, to travel freely and not infrequently to the city. That’s my idea of a good life. We drive up to the farmhouse aft...

I toss about this for a good part of the night: snowstorm Friday. I need to be in Chicago in the evening. What if traffic comes to a grindin...

Today my youngest one turns 27. Happy birthday, sweet little thing. A child of warmth, born on a cold day. But don’t fret – there are flower...

Wednesday: predawn A moon shines over Córdoba... It isn’t a night moon. It’s the one that stays high on an otherwise dark morning. Barely v...