The Grand Calumet River is likely the most polluted river in the Great Lakes watershed, maybe in all of North America.

I can only see 100 yards or so into the fog and it consumes me, envelopes, covers, holds, me.

Conversations occur in the context of a community, one’s colleagues, students, family members – and other interested people.

I am proud of my miserliness, proud that my coveralls are older than my adult kids, proud that I remember when fieldwork was familiar and

Seventy-five years ago (October 27, 1949), Sand County Almanac (SCA) was published (Oxford University Press). It emerged from a great collection of essays and musings

So. What’ll it be today? Rage or despair? Or can I manage to set them aside for a while? At least enough to get my

Sunday morning’s sermon centered a theme of showing God’s love in the world. It frequently does, this being a favorite topic of Pastor Karen –

Monday morning with no obligations claims the gift it is. I got up old-man early anyway. Such is the power of habit, and circadian rhythms,