Ocean

A friend wrote – so far, this winter has felt like one long month of March . I have to agree. And let me say here, for the record, that Marc...

I could write many paragraphs about how often I am reminded that I am no longer really even middle aged. I am, I think, several generations ...

You know your priorities aren’t in order when you start skipping your regular visit to the café – class goes too late, another meeting, too ...

Late afternoon. I’m hanging with the cool guys. Well, okay, cool guys plus Ed who under no circumstance can be characterized as such. ...

By now, any Ocean reader should know not to mess with me on Mondays (this semester). It’s a killer day, made all the more challenging becau...

The pressure of the Super Bowl! If the world around you is watching The Game and you’re not, shouldn’t you be doing something that benefits ...

You know what I love about Saturdays? No... ...It’s the only day where I don’t have to do anything. No classes the next day. No essential c...

In my early years here, in Wisconsin, I often got the question – oh, you’re from Poland... is it as cold there as it is here? Colder, I’d s...

Nearing the end of a full week. Finally. Meet Ed at Paul’s. Paul has a helper in today. So , she asks, you guys went away somewhere? Yes, ...

I liked poetry. I went through a phase. Not too long ago. Clare Cavanagh, a frequent translator of the Polish writer, Wislawa Szymborska, ca...

I learned a lesson today. Several, in fact, but one stands out: January 31st is, in the final run, January 31st. You can’t leap out of bed a...

I step outside, consider biking to work, laugh off the idea and walk over to the red hot lover. It’s nice there, in that parking spot. ...

A half an inch of fresh snow – light, fluffy, you know the kind: it doesn’t quite settle in, but instead, hovers loosely, prettily over what...