I am the author of Stealing The Marbles and Meter Maids Eat Their Young - A Love Story. I am also the author of the non-fiction book Secrets of the Golden Gate Bridge available in the Kindle store and at other fine eBook stores as well.
Impossible things #3: waiting the 6 minutes for the coffee to steep in the French Press first thing in the morning.
I don’t have a problem with a California stop. I’m also not averse to slipping slowly through a red light at midnight on a deserted street. Here in the D, though. stop and yield signs, stop lights at side streets and residential speed limits may as well not exist. If you’re doing the speed limit on a residential street, you’ll get passed. And heaven forbid you actually s
Imagine that I, along with several thousand others, owe you an amount of money. While we accept that we do indeed owe you money, the basis for the amount owed is disputed by us as it is predicated on false assumptions, assumptions that most everyone knowledgeable of the circumstances agrees are false.
In case you haven’t been following the story – and why would you if you don’t live here – Detroit, and Wayne County, are about to toss a whole lot of people out of their homes. Granted,
I was born and raised in Detroit and though I have left it many times, it was always due to an inherent wanderlust and a deep loathing for winter, never about the city itself. This last return to Detroit which, at my advanced age, may well be my last last return, came about as a result of many things, misadventure among them, over a six or seven year time span. I have no desire to go into detail. Let’s just say those seven years were a downhill bitch and in the end there was nowhere left to g
If you’ve ever wondered:
Three senarios comparing Writer Brain (WB) to Non-Writer Brain (NWB) while out for a walk in Eliza Howell park in the early morning hours.
SENARIO 1: SCENE: White van with blacked-out windows enters the park.
NWB: May or may not notice white van with blacked-out windows. Continues on walk. WB: Watches white van with blacked-out windows as it cruises slowly around the park. The occupant of the white van is a serial killer stalking wa
They say the only thing you can count on is death and taxes. But, if you live in the D, you can add bureaucracy that short list. You can definitely count on that.
So, my continuing battle over the assessed value of this house continues into the summer months. What else is new? It’s the D, after all, the epitome of hurry up and wait. I’ve been downtown so much over the last year or so the parking lot attendant recognizes me as I pull into the Greek Town parking lot. Pretty soon they ma
It’s nearly sundown on a late winter day, the blockbuster movie you’ve been waiting months to see has finally arrived. As you’re on your way back from the mailbox, you pass your TBR book pile. Reality Boy is on top. Absently you pick it up, flip it open, read the dust jacket. You turn a few pages. Part One. You turn another page. Start reading.
You look up. It’s dark. You’re on the couch, feet propped up. The Netflix envelope is on the coffee table, unopened. The TV is dark. Part Two
It’s the first day of spring, time for me to reawaken from my winter hiatus. Not that it’s exactly t-shirt and shorts weather just yet. It’s been a brutal winter. Spring is going to take awhile to fully get here.
Out with the Big Guy and the Medium Guy this morning on my usual walk. There’s been some small progress on the blight removal train, at least on the blocks I walk. Several houses gone, quite a few now tagged for removal soon. Keep in mind that ‘soon’ has an ambiguous meaning
A group called Write A House is giving away houses in Detroit to writers. Since that was first announced, the disparaging remarks about Detroit have increased 10 fold. Moronic remarks, misinformed remarks, flat out wrong remarks, you name it, I’ve stumbled across it. It even came up in the writer’s forum I sometimes frequent. Not surprising, I suppose. It is, after all, a writer’s forum.
Let me be clear here; I live in the D, I love this battered old town. I’ve seen her in her good da
About the time the earth slides past the midway point between its closest and furthest distance from the sun, I begin to feel those first vague tendrils of winter’s approach. They’re brief, forgotten in a moment, never completely gone. There are blue skies and sunny days, the weather is still warm, the leaves still green. But there is a hint of red there amongst the branches, a spot of yellow flashing in the sun. Winter’s coming, they whisper.
I’ve never liked the winter, the cold, th
The door that’s been open for much too long was finally kicked in today. Judge Rhodes declared the D is eligible for Chapter 9 bankruptcy. Gee, what a surprise. And it only took 5 months and several million dollars to figure that out. Not blaming the judge, mind you. He has to listen to the bullshit the over-paid lawyers are shoveling his way before he can declare what has been obvious to anyone who lives here.
I’ve been following this from the beginning, wondering why it took so long