On the 28th anniversary of the day he died, I will honor my father’s legacy by enjoying its most tangible asset, the cabin he had built on a relatively isolated river in northern Wisconsin. A welcome respite from our ordinary lives in any season, that little beacon of peace and fresh air has taken on [...]
We ducked under the specter of autumn this weekend and sailed with the wind through one final, determinedly summer day. Sail might be a generous verb for what we did, which involved some tugging and yanking, but eventually we found our flow and let the current carry us for a time. How often do we [...]
He would have been as taken aback by this global pandemic as the rest of us, but my dad knew all about social distancing. In fact, that was his aim when he bought an isolated chunk of farm land more than 40 years ago. He wanted a place where he could roam the woods like [...]
We stole a slice of summer Wednesday night, which felt exactly right. With just hours of July to spare, we snuck out of the city and headed north toward tranquility. By 6 p.m. we were on the river and we let its current drift us home, to our cabin that, shockingly, I had seen just [...]
"Well,I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person." --Sylvia Plath Some snowfalls land gently, like a lace tablecloth on an old, scared dining room table. That's how Sunday morning's snow seemed to me. It approached without fanfare before dawn, tidied up the [...]