We were in Madison over the weekend for a long-planned visit with friends. It was a nice change of pace, staying around the square and going most everywhere on foot for several days. More
Tonight, a nearly full moon has risen through a clear sky and these same now-silent trees. An owl of some kind is bleating with its mate in the dark, a sound new to us and strange.
From the perspective of the Chickaming Community Garden, which Mr C and I customarily visit on the Fourth of July, I took stock of the nation, the part of it I know best—Chicago and Illinois—particularly. For the first time ever I felt disillusioned—I let the holiday slip past unobserved—whereas I usually feel some optimism or pride. For the moment, our society is not resurgent but in decline. More
The last time my husband and I were in Michigan, we visited Friendship Gardens, a destination so hidden away it’s easy to forget that it exists. Yet the entrance is right off of busy Route 12, barely a mile north of Michigan City’s heavily visited outlet mall and casino. Turn off the highway and into a secret preserve of amity and repose. More