8 Jul 2017

Local Charms

Local Charms

Too many Milwaukee natives are living right outside the Pfister’s famed red awning and miss out on the history, fun, grandeur, and amazing food, art, music and cocktails this place is packed with. Maybe we don’t think to stay in a hotel when our own bed is a few miles away, we mistakenly think Blu […]

2 Jul 2017

These Small Details

These Small Details

If a writer stops observing, he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed. -Ernest Hemingway I think of Hemingway tonight, a larger-than-life character who penned such simple and astonishing sentences. I imagine him keenly observing the life happening around him in bars in Key West, Cuba and Paris. I sit at the […]

30 Jun 2017

We Told Too Many People!

We Told Too Many People!

Kris is lamenting a traffic jam in paradise. She and her husband recently drove Maui’s Road to Hana, which is 64 miles of hairpin turns around a cliff edge. If someone is barreling the other way or if you just aren’t entirely comfortable maneuvering a rental car over a harrowing, razor-thin one-way road, you stand […]

25 Jun 2017

The Pfister and I are Getting Serious

The Pfister and I are Getting Serious

Have you run into me yet? I’m burrowing deeper into this narrator role and already finding a few favorite haunts and pasttimes at the Pfister. I’m likely to be found in one of these spots: – Clutching a snack mix trio in the lobby, not sharing well with others, slathering my breath in garlic right […]

22 Jun 2017

When You Know, You Know

When You Know, You Know

If you’re married, chances are there was a Before and an After for you, when the gradual movement towards a wedding suddenly felt inevitable. Before that moment, or that conversation, or that subtle turning of your heart, you weren’t sure if this relationship was any different than the others before it had been. After this […]

14 Jun 2017

Creativity Comes in the Morning

Creativity Comes in the Morning

This morning, I return to these things: bacon, eggs, smoky coffee. The ting of fork on plate. The warming mid-morning light. I’m sitting by myself to soak up the quiet in the café, but two tables over, Carol beams. She exudes a calm joy that I need this morning. A jewelry designer, she proudly shows […]