A meditation on the passage of time

John Knoepfle’s new book of poetry

The bitter cold subsided and we finally got a nice snow. I went walking under the streetlights with four-year-old Xavier. We caught snowflakes on our tongues, found sticks to scratch our names in th

{after 1st article on article listing}

Feature | Wednesday, December 19,2007

White Christmas

The church people come for a visit

By Carol Manley

Untitled Document The church people come for a visit By CAROL MANLEY I had to give the people credit for climbing those stairs. The secur

Feature | Wednesday, December 20,2006

The King and I

This Christmas, a 2-year-old rules Siam from a shabby Chicago apartment

By Carol Manley

Christmas 1982. Sarah was 4. Jonah was 2. Jonah was too young for expectations, and I was grateful for that. As for my daughter, Sarah, well, I hadn’t seen her since mid-October. It had been a

Books | Wednesday, October 25,2006

Capturing lost stories

Jacksonville’s Scott Maruna tells tales of central Illinois

By Carol Manley

I once had a political-science professor who believed that air conditioning had destroyed the fabric of our society. Before air conditioning, he said, people spent summer nights sitting outdoors on st

Guest Opinion | Friday, April 23,2004

The lost promise of “take our daughters to work day”

By Carol Manley

My son grew up fatherless, but there were men in his life. One day, one took him shooting. When Ray brought him home, I asked how it went. "Great!" Jonah said. Then, with a thoughtful look on h