My step-daughter, who is in 6th grade, had her first snow day since 4th grade last week. I still had to teach my classes, but my husband stayed home with the stomach flu he’d caught, his second round of sickness since December. Today is the third … [Read more...]

Winter weekends are long weekends, especially when it’s bitterly cold outside. I’ll confess that I have no idea how people survive in more Arctic climates like Minnesota and Wisconsin. I have to assume that the months of unrelenting cold in those … [Read more...]

Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. . .a place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes … [Read more...]

Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. . .a place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes … [Read more...]

If in our modern lives we are constantly drowning in a sea of stuff, Joe Ley Antique Store is the bottom of the ocean. It is the place where everything eventually ends up, floating down to rest eerily on the sea floor. Thankfully, you don’t need … [Read more...]

If you've never checked out Little Indiana, now's your chance.  This great website covers all the great things to do in small towns across the state of Indiana.  Jessica Nunemaker, who is Little Indiana, has expanded across media into public … [Read more...]

Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. . .a place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes … [Read more...]

Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. . .a place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes … [Read more...]

A few weeks ago a friend of mine who grew up in Madison sent me this quote from Joan Didion because it reminded him of me and my blog: Certain places seem to exist mainly because someone has written about them. . .a place belongs forever to whoever … [Read more...]