I did that yesterday; abandoned the car for a walk along the Mississippi River bank. The wind was light from the southwest, impacting the bank at an angle so that wave crests darted along the shore like fish exploring the...

Just to confirm spring’s arrival, my five-going-on-six-year-old grandson coaxed me out to the backyard for the first game of catch. His arm is stronger this year, which keeps his grandpa on his not-so-nimble toes. And the bicycles have emerged from...

My wife and I live in a coulee along a drywash, a meager contributor to the Mississippi River and yet a topographical tributary to the Mississippi Valley.  We live in shadow until midmorning, when the sun finally appears...