Dayton Under Construction

Sunday night, holed up in the Tumbleweed, waiting for the late-spring blizzard-of-’13 that wasn’t. A ratty stuffed coyote yawns above me, next to a raven and a bighorn sheep wearing mardi gras beads, and another coyote. Across the horseshoe bar…

On Digging In

“I think you can never really do something well unless you’re able to leave it and, you know, have a family and have a home, and have a place that you’re from that you’re really dug in, you know. I…

Photo courtesy Peter Miller

In a small shore town in New Jersey, my family has a condo with a trapezoid of water visible if you lean off the porch. We’ve vacationed in this town since I was a baby, renting each summer for a…

Last Friday, with one Boston Marathon bombing suspect dead and the other subject to a massive manhunt, I left their picture open on my laptop all day. I wasn’t even in the U.S. when the bombing occurred, but a kind…

Campo de' Fiori / courtesy flickr user O. Bendorf

According to most history books, timelines are horizontal. But in Rome history drew its own line vertically: new was built upon old and an urban layer-cake was formed. You can’t even build a subway line without ceding the project to archaeology for…

Well, it’s taken me a week or so, but I finally heard “Accidental Racist.” Maybe that’s because I live way out here, in a part of the world that hardly counts. But we’ll get to that later. A short re-cap:…

Just over a year ago, we kicked things off here at LTIL with a profile of a woman who helps Burmese refugees and a poem about dead chicken. Time flies! To celebrate our anniversary, we’re taking this and next week off, then…

Imagining America imagining Israel

Last month, I spent a week in Israel on an educational seminar, experiencing the country’s stunning diversity and trying to wrap my head around its wrenching contradictions. Moments of ecstasy and heartbreak felt like they were tearing me in two….

In which Jeremy Miller seeks the centroid–or “the mean population center” of the U.S., “a hypothetical and highly mathematical point calculated every ten years as part of the decennial census.” The “center” of our country is a loaded concept–Miller points…

Some Things Don’t Change

We seem to believe that there’s a safety blanket covering these mountains. As kids we run in packs with our cousins or bike around the campground, exhilarated to be out from under out parents’ watchful presence. Helmets are more optional…