From the backdoor of my farmhouse, the morning sun creeps above the frosted beige carpet of a soybean field. For a moment, it oozes...
Standing at the prow, I faced forward into the wind and breathed. The steel hull of the passenger ferry sliced through the lake, curling...
If you want to know what the world was like 200 years ago, go to South Manitou Island some nice Indian Summer day.
Lately, my mind keeps wandering back to the many boyhood summers I spent in Idewild, Michigan, on the edge of the Manistee National Forest.
Every year, as the cold, spring rains ended and summer — ever so slowly — began to crawl onto the shores of northern Michigan like a forgotten castaway, the dragonflies arrived to signal summer had begun.
McNamara started her blog, Simply Scratch, in February 2010 with a mission to get back to her rural Michigan roots and revitalize her home kitchen by swapping canned goods and prepackaged mixes for wholesome, healthy ingredients.
The following excerpt from the short story “Incomer” by Gloria Whelan is from the newly released book “Here: Women Writing on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula” (2015, Michigan State University Press), edited by Ronald Riekki and presented with permission of Michigan State University Press and Wayne State University Press. All rights reserved.
If there’s any one topic in the Upper Peninsula that is the focus of a raging, ongoing argument between skeptics and believers, it’s the strange phenomenon of the glowing orb between Watersmeet and Paulding off Highway 45, known as the Paulding, Watersmeet or Dog Meadow Light.
By Mardi Jo Link Illustrations by Gary W. Odmark Okay, so check us out. It’s 2 a.m. and there we all are, sitting around the table...
The first time my mom and I visited Alpena on the shore of Lake Huron, we came on a geology trip. Following a stop at a gypsum mine, we hunted for fossils. After this first taste, we became obsessed, returning again and again to look for more.