In Memorium of dear Alto

Originally published in the Hamtramck Review Beloved tabby, En Voz “Alto” Oberholtzer passed away this week in front of his home on Trowbridge street. He was approximately 5 years and 9 lives old. Alto met his demise fleeing from the neighbor’s uninhibited dog,  only to collide with a car that failed to slow before (or after) impact. […]

The Role of A Witness

Modern creatures, we must remember that we are essentially the products of a long and slow evolution. That, in the course of that time, everything we saw was both Here and Now. It was necessary to react to what we saw to maintain social order, to protect ourselves, to simply live. Now, much of what […]

Post Moratium

Wayne County’s moratorium on tax foreclosures causes collateral damage to some of Detroit’s most vulnerable Originally published in MetroTimes                       Last week, the Wayne County Treasurer announced a total moratorium on tax foreclosures for the year 2020 due to the state of emergency caused by […]

Until You Love Yourself

written February 17, 2016. Recovered March 1, 2020. Happy Eating Disorder Awareness week. I used to hate the phrase “you can’t love somebody else until you love yourself.” Probably, because I was in a self-destructive relationship with myself and an “in love” relationship with someone else. So what did that mean? Maybe I loved myself, […]

Opinion: GM’s Poletown closure proves we should treat corporations like people

Originally published in MetroTimes There is something jarring about flipping between the news stories of General Motors’ Detroit-Hamtramck Assembly Plant closing and Fiat-Chrysler’s new east side facility breaking ground. When a plant opens, public and private sectors invest together, with millions in tax subsidies, land deals, and other incentives from local government. When a plant […]

Lawn’s Lesson

The people I know say bad things about lawns. They know about monoculture and monotony and suburbs. They defend the dandelion and they weep for the weed and dream blindly of how better times used to be. But when I was ripping up grass in my back yard to make room for a garden, I […]