The good people of our village Rotary put up a Christmas light display every year and I selflessly volunteer my services in policing their deer

Wildlife management tip (I’m an expert): You can drive mice from your wall by annoying them — loudly. Hence, ye olde boom box (remember them?)

St. John’s Catholic church in our village is constructed of yellow sandstone. It’s a graceful steeple and stained-glass presence in one of our older neighborhoods.

Confession here. Early in my undergraduate career at Calvin College (now University), I became disenamored with my choice to declare a Biology major. As a

At Hotel Chequamegon, I pay the state rate, but ghosts stay for free. Off the lobby, the parlor faces north over Chequamegon Bay. A book-jacket

I think every church leader should listen to and contemplate episode 23 of Professor Debra Rienstra’s Refugia Faith podcast. It’s entitled “Purple Zone Refugia: Leah

Our Village President called and asked about endangered species. We knew each other because our sons were soccer teammates. The Village wanted to build a

My day’s highlight was lunch with a former grad student. We caught up on her classmates and mutual friends, departmental politics, her life now. Their

Curse you, Rev. Jonker! Well not really, but we were coached to open provocatively. Still, it’s 3:34 am and I am re-listening to his sermon.