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Why don’t our real problems get solved? For instance, I’ve yet to meet someone who doesn’t want to do what’s best for kids. Whether it’s
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Why don’t our real problems get solved? For instance, I’ve yet to meet someone who doesn’t want to do what’s best for kids. Whether it’s
“You gotta break some eggs to make an omelet.” I’m not opining about the high cost of eggs, although omelet lovers across the country are
It was a cloudy Sunday morning in early February. My family had gathered earlier that weekend for a difficult goodbye, and now most had disappeared
A gleeful, far-right conservative and a glum, bleeding-heart liberal walk into a coffee shop… Sounds like a set-up for a joke, right? But it was
It’s as if I’m cradling a lumpy sack of potatoes, heavy as a watermelon. My arm, with its withering bicep, starts to ache where her
We’d decided to spend election night in Verona at our daughter’s and son-in-law’s house. The next day was our granddaughter’s 4th birthday, and we reasoned
I thought long and hard about posting my last essay. In fact, I’d written it and then let it sit, like a chicken marinating in
I had a telephone conversation with a family member the other night, someone I haven’t connected with in a long time. We’ve always been on
If you donated money to the Republican National Committee, are you at all curious about how it’s being spent? According to a report in the
First, let me be crystal clear: here in America, we must settle our differences at the ballot box. Never with violence. Ever. Assassination attempts are
I’ve been interested and active in politics for a long time, starting as a little kid when my mom took me to my first protest
When I was a kid, the nightmare I had over and over again always began the same way: I’m eating a bowl of Cheerios at
Door County, Wisconsin is a tiny finger of land jutting out into Lake Michigan’s northwestern coastline. It’s a gorgeous area made up of small, charming
I was fresh out of college when I first read the book, The Handmaid’s Tale, which is now also a TV series. It depicts the
Just about every woman I know has told me the same thing: “I’m so tired.” Women who are young mothers. Women who are retired. And
On this Valentine’s Day, I wanted to share some thoughts about love that may be different than a typical Hallmark movie. The following guest post
(The following piece was recently published in Persimmon Tree, an on-line magazine. I hope you enjoy it.) I’m walking barefoot uphill. Under one arm, I
My 90-year-old neighbor Gerry died last month. We’ve lived next door to him and his family for more than thirty years. At the church service,
My friend Mandy is a woman of many gifts and one of the smartest people I know. In our small group of girlfriends since junior
Fair warning: If one more person, no matter how well meaning, tells me, “Well, at least it’s pretty,” my snow shovel may turn into a
I’ve looked up to my big brother Mike my entire life. And I’ve had plenty of reasons to do so. A natural leader, as well
A few months ago, the wheels fell off my somewhat-organized life due to some major health setbacks my Mom suffered and continues to address. But
There are two things I wouldn’t want to be right now: an employee at Twitter or a pollster. Especially a pollster. They sure got it
She’s baaackkk! The Witch has assumed her position on the front porch, as is her annual tradition. She’s been preparing for the trick-or-treaters who will
Inflation and crime. Did anyone think we’d make it through several years of a worldwide pandemic and the resulting economic shutdown without repercussions? If COVID
I’ve been thinking a lot about fear. Even when Halloween was months away, scary stuff was everywhere. And as the spooky holiday quickly approaches, it’s
I haven’t posted in a while, not since I returned from my Camino trip. And while it’s been a terrific summer, I wish I could
We were standing on a busy street corner, cars whizzing past us as we desperately searched for even one of the many yellow arrows that
Our longest day yet. We were exhausted when we got to our hotel. But so very happy. Some highlights: We met another herd of las
I hit the wall this day, mentally and physically. Kent, too. And it wasn’t like it was our longest day, either. But this day, in
First, I think it’s only fair to point out that our daily mileage count comes from Kent’s pedometer (and if you know Kent, you know
We were the only people in the hotel dining room at 8:00pm on the eve of our Camino, having decided on an “early” dinner since
Some general observations about today: People are good. Consider the evidence: When we left our hotel today, I left behind a ring. (In fairness, it
Our first day on the Camino began like an Edgar Allan Poe poem, or something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. A chill permeated the
Why is our train going backwards? The announcement over the PA system provided no clues. The rapido delivery of the announcer was no match for
Rising inflation and the last several weeks of a market downturn have some folks really worried. This, despite signs that our economy is beginning to
(Imperfectly Revised Edition) It’s a cold and misty winter evening. The wind howls through the treetops. Cue the scary music. GOPP: Hey there. How’s it
It’s always darkest before the dawn. That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. You’ve heard inspirational quotes like these before and you’ll no doubt
See people. Comfort them. Be there for them. (But don’t attempt any rescues) Resist the urge to fix, to judge, to preach, to take a
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Well, hello again. It’s been far too long since I last posted and I’m sorry about that. But here’s the thing: I needed a break.
Thousands of us waited anxiously, hoping and praying that “Bucks in 6” would go from slogan to reality. Millions more watched as 65,000 people jammed
It’s 1933 and Wisconsin is emerging from The Great Depression. Thanks to FDR’s New Deal program, federal dollars are beginning to flow into communities around
Three years ago today, I pushed open a heavy door with clammy, shaking hands. The dimly lit room was warm, the scent of antiseptic and
A tree falls on your house. Instead of using the insurance money to fix it, would you instead use that money to pay your regular
Should Wisconsin include funding for the testing of our surface, ground and drinking water in our state budget, in order to be able to hold
In my family, birthdays are celebrated with a lovely meal, ice cream instead of cake, a few well-chosen gifts and wine. This year was a
I have never been a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. Instead, every year during my springtime birthday is when I’ve tended to create new
To: Bellville BookclubCc:Bcc:Subject: April (In-Person!) Meeting Hi Ladies: Now that we’ve all been vaccinated, we can ditch our Zoom accounts and return to our monthly,
You’ve been vaccinated (yay!) and you want to take a trip, only you’re not sure where to go. It’s March, so heading to Phoenix sounds
I’m walking along my usual path through a familiar forest. It’s almost sunset on a late winter afternoon and I’m alone, hiking through knee-deep snow
My husband and I got into a fight. He yelled at me, I yelled back at him. And then, silence. For a full day. When
A CEO carrying a leather briefcase and dressed in a cashmere overcoat hurries through the glass doors and into the marble-floored lobby of his office
For those Wisconsinites who’ve waited far too long to collect unemployment benefits and can’t understand what in the damn hell took so long, perhaps a
I feel embarrassed. Demoralized. Angry. Afraid, even. But what I don’t feel is surprised. And that, more than anything, makes me heartsick. Anyone else feeling
CHAPTER 1 Regrets She felt as if she were drowning, sinking toward the bottom of some frigid pond, her pain the leaden weight dragging
It’s just an old hatbox containing mementos collected by Antonina Jaworski, a Polish immigrant who arrived in Milwaukee in 1912. But to construction firm owner Harper Mitchell,
by Dasha Kelly Hamilton
The lunchroom vibrated its regular din. I was a freshman. Goofy, but played sports. Honors classes, but knew the lyrics to Run-DMC –okay, most of them– and had some dance moves. He was a senior with more work hours than classes, pressed slacks with dress shoes, and ALL the dance moves. I’d witnessed his poplock devour boys from K’town.
Louisa was washing her hands after spreading yards of mulch when she noticed it: the diamond in her wedding ring was gone. Why hadn’t she taken it off first, or worn gloves?
The jeweler eyed the ring’s fractured prong. “Was it a smallish diamond?”
It hadn’t even been a half carat. Still, her then-boyfriend, now-husband had valeted all summer to pay for it. A blue-collar boy parking cars for white-collar people, Robert had eyes the color of cornflowers and a smile that should’ve been illegal. Tips were good. So good, he graduated college nearly debt-free. He wanted to go to grad school. She wanted to finish her degree in landscape architecture. He said investing in his education was the more practical decision. They couldn’t afford both.
by Pat Foran
Can you put me on tilt? my leaning son asks. He can’t help this leaning, even though he’s seat-belted and secure in this wheelchair he’s been sitting in living in declining in the past dozen years. He can’t grip the chair’s controls he can’t control his grip he doesn’t have a grip not anymore. His muscles are wasting away, he’s losing strength, he needs someone to put the chair-back back. He needs someone to put him on tilt. Tilting relieves the pressure on his neck his spine his back his butt he’s got no padding there no padding anywhere not on this young man my son who’s wasting away.
The American economy is like a schizoid yo-yo: On the way up, when times are good and getting better, some say “Government regulation of industry
There were mostly middle-aged white people, residents of the city in which I live, congregating on the front lawn of city hall when I arrived
A recurrent childhood dream: I’m in my mother’s kitchen. White ruffled curtains, encouraged by a breeze, float in and out of open windows. It’s like
We all make mistakes for which we should all be forgiven,” our yoga teacher announces as class begins. “This morning, I am choosing to forgive
Dear citizens: Some of you, mostly my enemies, wonder how I’ve become such a great and adored leader. The ones who hate me puzzle over
I’m likely not the instructor you hoped for when you enrolled in the Game of Thrones Leadership Training Program. I’ll be the first to admit
We Americans are known for our “rugged individualism,” a term coined in a 1928 campaign speech by Herbert Hoover, who fancied himself a “self-made” millionaire.
Virtual Seder meals. Drive-through church services. Zoom happy hours. FaceTime reunions. Many of us are valuing time with family and friends now more than ever.
As a kid growing up in the 1960s, I remember watching the nightly news and seeing Black people marching for civil rights, only to be
Amaud Jamaul Johnson’s Letter to Wisconsin
Dear Wisconsin–
Dear swing state: Dear battleground and infinite presidential visit: Dear broken-heartland: Dear flyover: Dear Packer fan and Brewer fan and anti-labor leader: Dear Act 10: Dear apple orchard and cranberry bog: Dear Tammy and Ron: Dear Cheesehead: Dear Butter Burger: Dear diabetes and high cholesterol and Ironman: Dear Supermax and overcrowded county lockup: Dear red tape and yellow tape, supper club and polka mixtape: Dear bottle glass and chalk silhouette:
She stands at the mic in front of the altar wearing a sleeveless, mid-length dress covered in yellow daisies, size 24, gold hoop earrings, flats.
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