These past few years, it’s been a real thrill for us Midwesterners

to have the chance to participate in the New England ritual of clamming. Unlike my husband Josh, who spent his childhood splitting time between his parents in Milwauk...

Living one block from Lake Michigan, I often walk over to the beach to find glass or collect stones for my jewelry.  Just like at the edges of an ocean, the beach at the lake is never the same twice.

Sometimes, I’ll find huge drifts of tumbled wood and feathers, pushed...

We have some wild weather in Wisconsin.

A typical month of May here will zig and zag weather-wise – one day it's 78 degrees and you begin to feel like summer is something that might actually happen. The next day you wake up with the sound of your furnace blowing, the ai...

In about a week, we will be heading to Sanibel, Florida to drop in on my mother-in-law, Barbara.  She has been visiting Sanibel for over 20 years, and she hooked us on it when our two kids were small. We've gone every year since Lena was three or four and had her first...

Here's a definition for you: "In the marine sense, the wrack line is the line of debris left on the beach by high tide. The wrack is usually made up of grass, kelp, crustacean shells, feathers, bits of plastic, and all kinds of litter."

Or, if you're like me, treasures...