After last February’s record snowfall, I’m filled with more dread than usual about what these 29 days will bring. All of us who survived damag…

On the last day of its nearly 60 years in existence, my son and I walked into Thompson’s True Value and Variety Store in Eau Claire for one la…

New Year’s Day was beautiful, the sun intermittently breaking through banks of gray cloud and the temperature in the upper 20s, with thick pow…

For the first time in history five generations coexist at work. From the breakroom to the boardroom the silent generation (now in their mid-70…

The sophomores sat stiffly in backless wooden benches as a storm raged just beyond the barracks walls. Thirty-year-old Clarice Chase stood at …

Coming back from college to celebrate holidays can be such an awkward endeavor. In every legal sense, you are a bona fide adult. And yet, ther…

Last summer I passed a billboard on Hastings Way each day on my way to work: Mary seeking a kidney. I called the local number and left a messa…

I struck out in search of silence, and I found it a quarter mile deep in the woods. It wasn’t easy getting there, but it was a whole lot easie…

I did most of my growing up in the Putnam Heights neighborhood or off Grover Road. Back in the 1980s and ‘90s, those streets teemed with kids,…

Standing in the driveway on that crisp November morning, as my nine-month-plus-five-day pregnant wife, Meredith, and I prepare for our trip to…

I was just a kid. Maybe 12 or 13. Freshly graduated from Hunter’s Safety and so excited to be in the Northwoods with my Dad, on my first offic…

Like many Chippewa Falls kids, I perfected my counting skills playing cribbage: “15-2, 15-4, 15-6, and six more is a doz.” As the youngest of …

I won’t bore you with the details, but for purposes of this column you need to know basically three things: 1. I very recently turned 40 years…

I’m standing outside of Lake Hallie Golf with my clamshell of leftover fried walleye when an older gentleman shows me a 16x20 photo in a plast…

My wife had done her research, and that research led us to an enchanted property outside of Iron River where a celebrated chicken-breeder pres…

About four years ago, with my notebook and camera in tow, I pulled into the parking lot of Dodger Bowl in my hometown of Dodgeville. It was pa…