My Town

A Present for My Mom

By the time I was seven years old, I knew what it meant to be poor. Over time I would grow to hate it, but at that age I didn’t understand why my family was so different from our new neighbors in Ann Arbor. I only knew...

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Hard Lessons

I was working in our office studio above the garage one evening when my husband, Miles, came back early from a bike trip to Kroger.”How was your ride?” I asked, without looking up. He didn’t reply....

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Challah’s

It was the Friday before Thanksgiving, and I was at Busch’s, doing my penultimate shopping for the holiday. They sell Zingerman’s breads, and I chose two challahs, one seeded, one plain. I would freeze them until...

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Rivalries

The night before last year’s MSU game, I joined some friends at the Brown Jug. It was only five o’clock on a gray, chilly Friday afternoon, but the restaurant was already packed with students, alumni, and fans. With...

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Hammertoe

Scene One: In the late 1930s my younger sister, Judy, employing all the wisdom of a six-year-old, pushed a pebble up her nose. My mother, try as she might, could not extract the pebble. Our newest family member, Janet, and I...

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JXN’S Cuterebra

JXN’s REPORT7/20/2012Patient information: Name: JXN. Species: Feline. Sex: MN. Breed: DSH. Birthday: 7/26/2011. Age: 1 year old. Color: Grey. Weight: 10 lbs. 12 oz.Presenting concerns: fever.History: Still febrile, ate...

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Summer Adventures

When I was a young girl, I spent most of the year dreaming and pining for those wonderful months of summer—days filled with sandy feet and sunburnt noses and evenings spent lying outside, looking up at the sky with my sister and...

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Slave of Softball

Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear–well, one of them, anyway–when smoke-filled rooms and hot lead were the stuff of which newspapers were made …For a couple of summers in the early 1970s I...

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The Perfect Home for Walking

My wife and I live downtown on the edge of Kerrytown. My brother lives in a suburb of Charleston, SC. We have normal-size homes with relatively normal American lifestyles, in every way but one: my Walk Score is 100 and my...

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Remembering Vietnam

The guys at the 2013 reunion of the 3/27 Marines were lucky enough to make it home from Vietnam, and maybe even luckier to make it to Weber’s Inn all these years later. But maybe none is luckier than Melvin Cox. “I...

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