Shortly before dawn, the Easter Bunny is roused to work by the buzz of his alarm. He groans, searching for a snooze button.

The morning was unseasonably mild, and the parking lot of the church was packed.

One year ago I began a journal to record my daily life throughout this worldwide pandemic. Someday, I reasoned, I might want to read about wha…

One snowy afternoon in the winter of 1960, a train en route from Milwaukee to Eau Claire screeched to a halt five miles east of our city. Over…

My son wanted to sell his Xbox, so I put the machine up for sale on an online marketplace. Took pictures, wrote a tidy, enticing description, …

One March morning years ago, I was scolding my husband for some small thing he did or did not do. I grabbed my car keys for a dramatic exit an…

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When the first-grade teacher encouraged us to help our daughter find a “consistent workspace conducive to virtual learning,” I’m pretty sure s…

Since this pandemic began there has been no shortage of people to feel sympathy and sorrow towards. The deceased, their families, caregivers, …

This Valentine’s Day weekend, I remembered all the handy men I’ve loved: those who fixed that squeak and settled that threshold and rewired th…

I thought that today, Jan. 24, 2021, I might be writing about what it means to be a Green Bay Packers fan on the cusp of another Super Bowl wi…

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Since 1986 our country has celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr. on the third Monday in January. This federal holiday reminds us of ongoing injus…

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Linda Keepers is out for blood, and she’s not taking no for an answer.

The trouble with being proficient at something, or even being perceived as proficient, is that people will inevitably come seeking your talent…

When I was dating the man who would become my husband, I asked his middle son if he was tired of me hanging out at their house so often. “I li…

On a Christmas morning 117 years ago the children of Eau Claire ran wide-eyed and full of wonder to their Christmas trees, anxious to see Sant…

About 10 years ago, I was seated in a well-lighted classroom at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop taking a course on the poetry of James Merrill. I w…

St. Patrick’s Day, 2020, was my first work-at-home day, and the day I realized I did not want to work from home for long. My favorite gel pen …

Had Jeff DeGrave simply seen a badger on Badger Avenue, it would’ve made a lot more sense. Yet what he saw on that November night was a creatu…

The woodstove is no longer roaring, so I step out onto our back porch for an armload of oak before shouldering my way back inside. After resto…

Throughout my life I’ve called upon Wisconsin’s state motto as my mantra in difficult times. “Forward” reminds all of us that things will get …

Amid the onslaught of recent political news, it’s possible that you’ve failed to keep current on the most consequential election in local thir…

Listening to Elizabeth Steans, the reference services manager at L.E. Phillips Memorial Public Library (LEPMPL) in Eau Claire, there is a palp…

I don’t exactly see apparitions at my house on Lake Hallie, but I sometimes sense a presence. My husband doubts me, though Bruce knows that in…

The only thermometer the sauna has ever known exploded a long time ago, leaving a mercury-red stain on the cedar paneling, so it is impossible…

For the last decade or so, after each senseless shooting or climate disaster, social media is flush with one of Fred Rogers’ go-to explanation…

Tucked into the ivy just two hundred paces from the Eau Claire County Jail sits a pink house which you’ve probably never noticed. Built in the…