Monthly Archives: September 2014

Checking Out the Fish Bait

TRUE FISHERPERSONS have certain responsibilities during the first few weeks of the season. Fishing vest pockets must be scraped clean of the once-squirming and now-shriveled night crawlers from last year. In tackle boxes, forgotten peanut-butter sandwiches must be retrieved; all hooks, sinkers, and Band-Aids, reorganized. Then, happiest task of all, the bait shop must...

Flying Cowboys

A Day At the Rodeo. THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT a cowboy. The hat pulled down over the eyes, the nothing-but-blue-jeans wardrobe, that leather-chaps strut. He’s a time traveler, a piece of living history, as romantic as the cover of a gothic novel or a silver-screen hero with a white hat and a palomino for a best...

Rescuing Men: The New Television Masculinity

“Rescuing Men: The New Television Masculinity in Rescue Me, Nip/Tuck, The Shield, Boston Legal, and Dexter” won the 2010 Kenneth Harwood Outstanding Dissertation Award from the Broadcast Education Association. Read it here.

19 Secrets to a Happy Marriage

  “Road-tested strategies for a stronger, closer bond with your man.” Well, that was Redbook’s deck for this piece when it appeared a few years ago. Here’s the link to 19 Secrets to A Happy Marriage.  

Sick About Health Care

The quality of health care journalism in America makes Gary Schwitzer ill. Here’s a piece I wrote for the University of Minnesota alum magazine that was picked up by MinnPost.  

The Poetry of Wood Ticks

AS I GRAB its fat little body with my designated wildlife-removal tweezers, as I pull slowly and evenly on its thorax so that its mouthparts disengage smoothly, as I hold my son down in the chair with one hand and say, “Sit still, this will be over in a minute,” I am struck, once...

The Gardener’s Heart

I INHERITED A MASTER gardener’s work when I bought my single-woman house nine years ago. I moved in over one stress-filled weekend: surgery on Friday morning, a final divorce notice on Saturday. Four weeks later, with my hand firmly over my scar, I left the house for the first time and walked the gardens....

Sadly, A Tagged Tree

WELL, THEY TAGGED my tree. No, I don’t mean my 100-year-old elm earned itself a traffic violation. I mean some fool wandering around the neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning decided to paint his moniker on the trunk of our tree. On a tree. On an actual, living tree. I thought there were rules about where...

The New Alpha Male

PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL players are thugs. They are hired to be thugs. If they are not thuggy enough on the field, they are mocked and shamed publicly for bad thuggery. The big business that is the NFL and its many media permutations depends upon the players’ willingness to be thugs. They are not hired to be heroes....

Garbage Detail

YOU KIDS, GET back here and clean up this litter before I ground you! Well, that’s what I’d like to say, but I have no maternal power over those who walk the neighborhood sidewalks and drive the neighborhood streets leaving a wake of detritus scattered on the lawn. Detritus: look that up in this half...