My childhood home is in a southwest neighborhood of Chicago. I lived there for 23 years.

December 29, 2015. Received the call that my father had passed away, never fully recovering from open-heart surgery. We had lost mom the previous year due to Alzheimer's.

 I have a small tree in my frontyard. My tree is not that old but in spring we trim it. I really like puting decorations on the tree on Chistmas.

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make noise?

My oldest daughter, Hannah, was diagnosed with an inoperable, incurable brain tumor just a few months shy of her 20th birthday in June 2014.

I’ve been a climbing-tree connoisseur my entire life; I’ve sampled short, tall, gnarled, smooth, deciduous, coniferous, a whole variety really, but the most significant tree i

My story begins when I was born on October 28, 1950, to a Mom who loved the outdoors and trees and the Morton Arboretum.

I had worked several years at a behavioral health hospital on a residential unit, with some amazing physicians. However, Dr.

When I was a child back in the 40s, we had no air conditioner, so the summer nights were sometimes hot, sticky and unbearable.

I have chosen the Callery Pear that stands proudly and strongly in the plaza of the 911 Memorial in New York City. It is called the Survivor Tree.

Our family lives in Downers Grove, IL, and our house is surrounded by four mature Sugar Maple trees, a pretty Crabapple tree, and giant pine trees which line one side of our property like a fence.

When I was a boy, we had an old birch tree in our front yard. It would stand there with its papery bark peeling away and low-splitting trunks begging to be climbed on.

Last year when I was 8 something horrible happened and my Dad died from cancer. His cancer moved to his liver and then two days later he died. We cried a lot and a lot.

My mother was an avid gardener her whole life. Despite working full-time, she spent countless hours tending to her perennial garden and magnolia trees.

Imagine coming home one day and thinking something horrible had happened to your neighborhood.  It looked like a war zone.

I was born in Minnesota, you know, the land of 10,000 lakes. But along with all of those lakes are a lot of trees.

A cottonwood tree is rarely anyone's favorite today. It is not disease resistant or strong, plus the female tree spreads fluffy seeds everywhere in the spring.

I went to you for solace.

The elm tree on our parkway in Villa Park was my reading tree in the 1950s.

The sticky summers of my 1950’s youth seemed more extreme than those of today. Back then we didn’t have air-conditioning in homes, cars, or even most businesses.