Each Spring it is like this: hopeful. I begin to plan my schedule around Cubs' games. When I was in college, it was Cubs' Opening Day that signaled ...

                    231 years later---   A grown man with jeans dirtier than his face, but not as dirty as the overcast sky, just this side of rain, pushes a bike with ...

This piece is an excerpt from a larger work in progress and is a perfect example of a new section on rednow that will emerge in the next couple ...

Has a phrase every come out of your mouth that by the time it was spoken you realized it was a phrase that one of your parents or grandparents ...

I walked down the leaf-covered sidewalk toward the train station. I didn’t know why I was walking to the train station, or rather, I knew why, but I didn’t ...

The rain stopped. A bearded jogger in shorts and a long-sleeve shirt ran past me with a nod of his head. Everything seemed extra quiet and still. Why did I agree to ...

Mom started bringing Erin to my basketball games. Laughter occasionally came to the dinner table, although much of it centered on Erin's day at pre-school, or her latest finger-painting endeavor. Dad started to ...

rednoW Favorites 2007. Life has a rhythm to it - the changing seasons (for those of us who live in a part of the world ...

This is a video based off of Louise Glück's (pronounced Glick) poem "Retreating Wind" from her book The Wild Iris (1992). The I in this poem seems to be an ...

Imagine a world void of color, dominated by slight variations of black and white. Grey skies, ash covered fields, charred skeletons of trees and buildings. There are no birds, no ...