Tracks on Damp Sand, by Franco Pagnucci

Tracks on Damp Sand, by Franco Pagnucci

As someone who appreciates the writings of Henry David Thoreau, I have tried to imagine what it would be like to experience nature as he did in 19th century America, to have even a modestly similar experience as this: “I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for...
Geography Lesson

Geography Lesson

He paced down the inner corridor, heading to the place he thought she might be, rolling a piece of sea glass in his hand. Odd, maybe, that he still panicked when she went missing, because she could never really be lost. At least they hadn’t left their human instincts...
Looking Out, Looking In

Looking Out, Looking In

I first met David McLimans the summer of 2001, on a blind date at the Greenbush Bar six weeks after my divorce was finished—done and dusted, as the Irish say—and six weeks before 9/11. I had been told, somewhat misleadingly, that David was a commercial illustrator....
The Resurrection of the Lord God Bird

The Resurrection of the Lord God Bird

After six months of searching, I stumble upon the last ivory-billed woodpecker the world has ever known. Though, admittedly, what I find in a file folder at a museum in Wausau, Wisconsin, hardly qualifies as an ivory-billed woodpecker. It isn’t exactly flesh, blood,...
Finding Your A-Ha Moment

Finding Your A-Ha Moment

Before I joined the Wisconsin Academy staff last fall, I believed it was rare to witness an individual experiencing an epiphany—a profound moment of insight, or the connection of dots that leads to a new way of looking at a problem. I have been fortunate to see...