I’m not sure if this is geographically accurate, but according to my mental map, Up North begins once we are past Bay City on I-75. That’s where the trees appear thicker, the air smells fresher, and the heat, even if it is a hot summer day, is not as oppressive.
It had been some time since I skied Boyne Highlands. What once was a family tradition had disappeared with the passing of my grandmother. We called her, Nan. An... Read More...
Words and Photos by Jeanette Frost
My destination this trip was among the high-pitched rooftops, stained glass windows, and wide porch fronts on Penniman Ave... Read More...
Sometimes, it’s the simple things in life that we seek. Not everything must be a big production. A comfortable, neighborhood diner, where we can meet friends and family for food and coffee...
