A year after receiving my B.A., I broke up with the guy I had been in love with in college. We each moved on afterward. He married and had a family and a good career. I knew he had been ill in recent years, with a difficult-to-identify illness. About a month ago, his wife called…
A dreamy North Pond
The light fell on the North Pond in a dreamy way, as I strolled by on a beautiful day. Very still and bright in the afternoon, the pond’s surface was autumn-colored, where it was not blue. Overhanging it were dark shadows and delicate flowers, which it dreamily doubled and amplified. What was illusory; what was…
Moving
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Into
Somehow, as we traipsed in the woods, summer turned into fall.
The other night at Wrigley
Cousins were in from out of town, and my sister-in-law, despite having a broken ankle, decided that taking them to a Cubs game was the thing to do.
The getaway
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.
Change comes to 2700 North Lakeview
The corner mansion at 2700 North Lakeview has changed hands and been emptied of its innards, in advance of being redeveloped.
A broken tool
My camera stopped working months ago. Nothing else is quite like it.
Morning
A crackle of thunder opened my eyes and grey rain fell in sheets through the trees, which were sometimes still and sometimes writhing. Pebbles and disks of snow bounced to the ground, incongruous. Tonight, a nearly full moon has risen through a clear sky and these same now-silent trees. An owl of some kind is…
A dispiriting Fourth
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…
American Players Theatre
Last summer, friends in Madison introduced me to the American Players Theatre, which, during the warmer months of the year, performs outdoors in a picturesque setting near Spring Green, Wisconsin.
Friendship Gardens
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…
