I live in river country. A few blocks from our house flows the Rock River, coming down from the north and emptying into the Mississippi River about 40 miles away. My wife and I frequently walk a path that looks over the Rock. If we head the other direction, the…
The air was cool and crisp, but not cold—the sun’s warmth kept any discomfort at bay. The occasional clouds were not a nuisance or obstruction; they added to the texture of the brilliant azure blue sky. Dry leaves swooshed and crunched beneath our feet. Those they had left behind on…
I grew up thinking I was one of those “Heinz 57” people with a genetic makeup that spans the globe. Well, not the globe, but the European continent, anyway. When asked my nationality, my family name, I’d have to answer, “Well….it’s complicated.” Until a few years ago, I had no…
