You always think they can’t sink any lower, but you’re always surprised.
Category Archives: Michigan
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
They made a makeshift cardboard torch from our flame and took it to help light a fire for their kids.
If you lived in Manitoba, you could at least call today Terry Fox Day. But then you would live in Manitoba.
What if you just need more time to have a look around?
Yesterday I stumbled across a picture of a red pine and realized I had never actually seen one before.
Every spring, the flowers unrobed themselves from their long green stalks, like indigo flags declaring the end of the winter—and their own ability to survive it.
My problem comes with, for example, the teenage couple directly in front of me at an April show who filmed the entire thing, starting a new recording with each new song.
It’s rarely a good thing to be the guinea pigs for anything.