Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Posted May 11, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

Tulips and cornfields

  Iowa cornfields in late August are a thing to behold. Sure, I’m biased. I love the long formations of parading stalks, their dark green leaves turned dry and hard by the approaching autumn, their tops swaying and rolling in unison with the warm winds, and, of course, their whispering,

Read More →
Posted May 04, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

The bones of the Magi

We’ve been doing a lot of sinning lately, don’t you think? Sure, most are lazy sins, like poisoning our water and hating immigrants and trying to take health care from women. It’s easy when there are no faces. The sins get a little more complicated when we are about to

Read More →
Posted April 27, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

The Ambassador

This part of The Hague was new to me. The reddish-brown bricks in the road still held the last drops of rain as I peddled toward the cafe where we had agreed to meet. Yellow daffodils, vibrant green grass and canals bordered the way. Arriving early, I waited at the

Read More →
Posted April 20, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

Thoughts from an outdoor cafe

  An outdoor cafe in early spring in Holland. The hat comes off first. Your head drops back. Your eyes shut. Your surroundings disappear. And all you feel is the sharp heat of early spring raising pinpricks of red on your cheeks and a rosy hue under your eyelids. And

Read More →
Posted April 13, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

Prague in 3 acts — an Iowan’s view

  The street is tight with tourists. Some jostling rudely, some floating adrift, some wary of every brush of the pocket, and some, of course, looking to brush your pocket. But all of us, innocent and guilty alike, are pushed away from the river, across the tram tracks and careening taxis,

Read More →
Posted April 06, 2016in Featured Story, Joe's Neighborhood

Tulips and candles

  Temperatures continue to drop this day in late March. It is now below freezing, and the drizzly rain has turned sharp with just an edge of ice. The grey sky is an old Dutch Masters’ painting — dark and a little foreboding. A Rembrandt sky. And the wind? Busily

Read More →
Posted April 01, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

National crisis looms — dramatic shortage of groups to hate

  “When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re not sending you, they’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems. They’re bringing drugs; they’re bringing crime. They’re rapists and some, I assume, are good people, but I speak to border guards and

Read More →
Posted March 23, 2016in Homepage Cover Story, Joe's Neighborhood

The Dutch bike

The Dutch bike stands outside the bike store just off the Frederik Hendrikplein in The Hague. Solid. Sturdy. Immovable. It is unclear if the bike is resting against the wall or the wall against the bike. The bike has seen better days. Scratched and scraped, it has certainly never heard

Read More →
Posted March 16, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

A short, helpful guide to air travel

Flying in an airplane without crying is just one of those skills we are all supposed to have learned after a certain age. Sure, I get it. The jets fire up, the plane lumbers down the runway, and everyone is anticipating the sun reflecting off the sand as they saunter

Read More →
Posted March 09, 2016in Joe's Neighborhood

The ebb and flow of the family restaurant

Pushing and shoving each other, we make our way over from St. Mary’s School in Iowa City, through the back screen door off an alley from Linn Street, and into the kitchen at Hamburg Inn No. 2. Boxes are stacked along the far wall, full of large tin cans of

Read More →