Night Moves
In June, a semitruck rammed into a power pole on Main St. It knocked a traffic light askew. Many...
Read MoreIn June, a semitruck rammed into a power pole on Main St. It knocked a traffic light askew. Many...
Read MoreI was stopped at the light at Stadium and Pauline one fine afternoon, minding my own business and...
Read MoreWhen Bob Lutz drove up to the Millcraft Paper Company on Boardwalk, he spotted a red metallic...
Read MoreOne morning recently, a passerby came across a group of city workers gathered around a manhole at the intersection of W. Washington and Seventh. Two men were chatting near their truck as two other men turned a hand crank to...
Read MoreLifeless creatures began to show up at my house, in ways they never had before, the day after I...
Read MoreI rode the bus past Sears the other day. The lot where my coworkers parked was empty, the...
Read MoreI spied it on a basement cleaning excursion last year: that big bag of hair I’d brushed out...
Read MoreJames Joy Miller seemed, in the fall of 1909, to be on the golden path to athletic fame at the University of Michigan. Pity it all came to a sudden crashing end. For this, Miller had only himself to blame.Born in 1886, Miller...
Read MoreEarly one cold February morning, my neighbor Piotr sent an email to the Murray Ave. mailing list:...
Read MoreI haven’t always loved birds. For about the first fifty-five years of my life, I was...
Read MoreI don’t know how many times I’ve felt the momentary terror and angst of misplacing my...
Read MoreJessie was nine when she spied her at the Pittsfield library. She gave me a nudge....
Read More“Drop the bag,” the police officer demanded. He’d caught me wandering through the eager tailgaters at the U-M Golf Course carrying a half-full thirty-nine-gallon Hefty trash bag. “You can’t pick up...
Read MoreOne night, win the spring of 2017, I walked off a railing-less ramp and fell face first onto the...
Read MoreHaving grown up in Ann Arbor, I was eager to show off my frozen custard at one of the city’s premier events, the annual Art Fair. I have owned and run Fluffy Bottom Farms for three years now. Although we’re mainly...
Read MoreMy life in Ann Arbor began as a U-M freshman, when my mom and I filled her banana-yellow Volkswagen Rabbit with most of my belongings and drove up US-23 from my hometown of Columbus. Unfortunately, she couldn’t chauffeur...
Read MoreWe plan to gather at Island Park. We’ll have a fire in a brazier and invite dance, performance, and conversation among friends. I will present a dance about a firebird emerging from the heart of a tree. Just before the...
Read MoreOne ring? Ann Arbor has one ring road encircling it?Or, as lively as our city is, is it just a...
Read MoreOn July 4, 1978, fireworks lit up the night sky over Buhr Park. A crazy quilt of blankets covered...
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