Wisconsin has become one of the country's most hostile states for voters. Courts change, though, and so does the law. But what can never be undone is the denial of an eligible voter's right to vote in this election because they could not navigate Wisconsin's constantly changing election laws and procedures.
Eliot Treichel knows the interior landscape of a certain American male. With this debut collection, he earns a place next to writers like Rick Bass, Mark Richard, Brady Udall and Sherman Alexie.
On its face, the Louisiana marriage case seems straightforward enough: As in over 30 other states, the plaintiffs have sued for access to marriage on the grounds of due process and equal protection. What's unusual in the case is the bizarrely error-filled ruling delivered recently by Judge Martin Feldman.
Last week judges at the Seventh Circuit Court of Appeals put on a spectacular show when they eviscerated the arguments of anti-gay attorneys from Wisconsin and Indiana. Next week we could see a repeat performance when lawyers present their cases to the Ninth Circuit.
My trip to Milwaukee got me thinking about women associated with Wisconsin and their contributions to advancing the culture and economy of the U.S. As you might guess, these contributions are significant and quite varied.
Like establishing a garden or writing a book, building a patio in an uncertain world is an exercise in enlisting the passage of time to advantage: an act of faith.
In the America that I want to live in, it's not all right for police to intimidate entire communities with automatic weapons, riot gear and armored vehicles.
In a recent quarter two call for investors, Enbridge Inc executives said the company's "Keystone XL" clone -- the combination of the Flanagan South and Seaway Twin pipelines -- will open for business by October.
Critics of the report say it is propaganda designed to skewer the Obama EPA and environmental philanthropists for "conspiring to help the environment."
I am sitting in the viewing car of a Portland-bound train, sipping beer and staring out at slow-rolling Montana. My journal is in my lap, open to an empty page. It's been there for about an hour. I haven't touched it.
My goal this year is to push myself on the rides but still enjoy every minute. I find motivation from other Tour riders and share their dedication and support for those having a hard time getting time in the saddle.
I am excited but nervous to return to Madison, where, ten years ago, I graduated from college. Every time I come back, I end up feeling sad in a way that's hard to pin down.
So I went on Facebook to search for her. I wanted to see if she remembered me and if perhaps there was a chance of reconnecting, if only to say hello and briefly catch up. When I found her, I sent a message describing who I was and asking if she remembered me. She did.
I like to write in journals. A lot. And so in my daydreams about this tour, I'd envisioned myself journaling a bunch. But, well, for five days, I've written nothing.
All of the options listed below make for a fabulous late summer or early fall family vacation; each offers both outdoor and indoor activities and plenty of places to stay and eat. So where should you head if you're all beached out?
I see that 20 chairs have been set out. All but two are empty. I have ridden 80 miles, and climbed 700 feet, to read to two people. I inch closer, take a breath. I see that the people are a mother and daughter. They're sitting up front, holding my book. Something inside me cracks.