It really shouldn’t be as hard as it is. It’s just a magazine, after all. A bunch of words and some pictures and the magic of a …

It really shouldn’t be as hard as it is. It’s just a magazine, after all. A bunch of words and some pictures and the magic of a …
I feel better now. I was on the verge of breaking, but in true Midwest fashion I powered through the difficult days knowing that there were…
During any year, we celebrate this weekend. We celebrate in our remembrance, but we do not confuse meaningful reflection with the absence of…
Well, here we are. On the cusp. Don’t forget, this isn’t it. This is the cusp. This isn’t summer. This is a dress rehearsa…
For all of the moving I’ve done, and all of the land that I’ve called home, I have only owned one prized Oak tree. The trees that typically …
To all of the soft people who complain about winter and whine about spring, you’ve made it. I mean, I’ve made it to, to this pla…
And away. We. Go. That’s best if read in the Joker’s voice, right before he ignites a bomb that has the power to destroy one th…
It’s that season again, and with that season, we’ll require a reminder that Mayflies cannot kill you. They can’t give you …
The man in front of me wore a checked shirt of blue and white. I wore a similar shirt, mine more white than blue, and no fewer than six othe…
I was in Chicago Wednesday. It was a crisp spring day, the sky and water in a matching shade. The city, when viewed from the approaching int…
I think about the days when I won’t write on this blog. I think about how admitting that is to somehow run afoul of the unwritten rule…