I recently finished reading The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store by James McBride. It's a fascinating novel set in a small Pennsylvania town in 1936. Continue Reading
We Choose Our Monsters at the Racine Zoo
It was just after sunset when we got to the Racine Zoo on Friday. There was a Halloween light display that Asher wanted to see. It was getting cold. Continue Reading
After Military Service, the Grief No One Sees
I visited a guy from Dryhootch yesterday. His name is Levi, and he works at Dryhootch, a veterans’ organization headquartered in southeastern Continue Reading
A Morning When Courage Wore Yellow Capes
Karin and I went to Pulaski Park at 9:00 a.m. The sun was shining, and the weather was already warm. We strolled to the tiny greenspace from Brady Continue Reading
Where Flags Are Graffiti and Entropy Wins
Around the Waldorf school on Brady Street, there is always some graffiti scribbled on buildings and signs. In the bathrooms of certain coffee shops, Continue Reading
Five Seconds on a Bridge
There is a pedestrian bridge that crosses over Lincoln Memorial Drive in Milwaukee. It connects Brady Street to Veteran’s Park on Lake Michigan. Two Continue Reading
Who Will Hold Me When I Die
Yesterday morning I dropped off my grandson, Asher, at the Waldorf school. It made no sense to drive all the way back home since I needed to pick him Continue Reading
The Oath That Outranks Any Order
I recently read an article on Military.com titled "4 Out of 5 US Troops Surveyed Understand the Duty to Disobey Illegal Orders." In the essay, the Continue Reading
When the Dragon Whispers Back
“There are dragons ahead!” Thus proclaimed our grandson, Asher, at supper last night. The statement came completely out of the blue. Asher is four Continue Reading
When Vets Just Know
My son Hans called me a couple days ago. He lives down in Texas, near Madisonville—which means he doesn’t live near much of anything. Anyway, he Continue Reading
Roots and Seasons
We took our grandson, Asher, to the May Festival a couple of days ago. The May Festival is an annual event put on by the Tamarack Waldorf School. It Continue Reading
When Love Skips a Generation
I took Asher to a playground yesterday. My grandson likes to go to a local park that has a sandbox. It’s big enough that he can use his shovel and Continue Reading