Check-Save-Buy

Previously published in the Free Press with minor unapproved edits. Original below: It started with a Facebook post “77-year old women needs help immediately!” The woman was a renter of a tax foreclosed home, and a stream of well-meaning friends offered their advice about what she should do. There was fear that she would face eviction, […]

Beneath The Steam

Originally published in Hour Detroit An iconic image of winter in Detroit is the columns of smoke spewing from sidewalks. Steaming streets are part of the landscape, but few know the answers that lie beneath this mystery in plain sight. Below our sidewalks, there’s a vast infrastructure that includes electricity, water, sewer, and fiber optics. […]

It’s offensive if I’m offended

Yesterday I took a trip to my small local grocery store and got a call from my best friend about her amazing time at the Women’s march in DC. She was giddy with excitement and we shared about our hopes and ideas and experiences participating in the actions of the day. As I left the store, […]

They Didn’t Know We Were Seeds

Above the land, exposed and hard they’re aching just for touch. They chase a thousand beaded dreams but never have enough. When aching grows, it overflows- a sharp and biting cuss, Our eyes showed their reflection, so, they tried to bury us. Inverted dome, we made it home- a womb beneath the crust. We bore […]

A Patriot is Born- Hamtramck, USA

  As a multigenerational caucasian-American, I have lived my life in a position of privilege relative to many other Americans. According to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, most of mine have been met, and I enjoy the luxury of being able to quibble and complain about relatively minor offenses. It’s always been hard for me to […]

Goodbye Goodwell’s

The following is a conversation that my friend Margo Dalal and I had about the closing of Goodwell’s Market.  Michele: “Pocket sandwich with avocado and cheese.” For an indecisive person, figuring out lunch can be a difficult prospect. What I loved about Goodwell’s is that I always knew what to order and, when lunchtime rolled around, I always […]