Meet Danae Davis, Executive Director of Milwaukee Succeeds
Many organizations are trying to fix Milwaukee’s beleaguered educational system. It’s one magnetic woman’s job to get them all talking and working together.
Many organizations are trying to fix Milwaukee’s beleaguered educational system. It’s one magnetic woman’s job to get them all talking and working together.
In Wonder Woman, there are moments so uncommonly witnessed in film that the audience can almost hear paradigms shifting, like giant tectonic plates of cultural attitudes grating over one another as they struggle to realign. Of course, such shifts should have happened long ago, or should have never been needed at all, and there have been […]
Born and raised a Minnesota girl, Nettleton came to Milwaukee only 8 years ago. The differences between Milwaukee and, say, Minneapolis, where she’s lived all her life, are marked. Here’s why she loves Milwaukee.
For Wheel & Sprocket CEO Chris Kegel, bikes were a vehicle to touch lives and make a difference in the community.
In fourth grade, to Sister Clarita at St. Raphael’s Elementary School, I announced I would be a writer. Had I known about jobs with more status and better pay, I might have announced my intention to become a chief financial officer of a reality television network, but c’est la vie. I attended journalism school in the […]
Once upon a time, in 1969, women weren’t “allowed” to wear slacks at the office. This wasn’t for modesty—miniskirts and tight dresses were fine, 9–5. The dress code was to keep gender differences clearly delineated, as in the classic insult to assertive wives: “She wears the pants in that family.” When the chino ceiling finally […]
Oh, to live in Stars Hollow, where crabby but hunky Luke runs the diner, quirky Kirk holds a long string of peculiar jobs, and a single mother and her daughter can be seen as a legitimate and respectable family. On television and in film, single mothers are too often portrayed as hapless victims, struggling to […]
Just how a monstrosity of a dress – worn by a murderess – wound up in this writer’s closet.
The first thing I mothered was a turtle the size of a silver dollar pancake that I bought for 88 cents at Woolworth’s. The store clerk handed over Herman (I believe there was some legal requirement then that all turtles be named Herman) in a tiny Chinese takeout box, and his little claws scrabbled against […]
Searching for the fish in a modern dating sea.