Trying to hold onto it

Today was the kind of gray and rainy day that seems like it belongs in April or October, instead of early August. But when summer came last March, and winter hardly came at all, judging a day by what what month it feels like is a tricky exercise. My two daughters were making an feebleContinue reading “Trying to hold onto it”

America, as it always has been

Sunday afternoon, River Park, Chicago My daughter is meeting some classmates at the park, and the waterpark that is attached to it, for a mid-summer’s playdate. The kids are edging their way toward middle school, and so that term won’t be acceptable to them someday soon. But for now it’s still all right to callContinue reading “America, as it always has been”