The decline and fall of the industrial Midwest has been articulated through a number of metrics over the years.
Even though this is about a bird – miraculous blue jewel, transfiguration in a city backyard – it begins with a crash in the middle of the night.
Last summer I was at the Soggy Bottom Bar in downtown Flint, Michigan for the launch of Happy Anyway: A Flint Anthology, which I had edited, and author Aaron Foley and I were doing the very cool thing of signing each other’s books.
I could not appreciate what Flint had taught me until I let myself fall in love. For years I dodged it; I could not even commit to a favorite color or TV show, let alone a person.
On a rented yellow school bus ambling east on I-69, Hudie Langston shifted in his vinyl seat, turned toward the two women chatting nearby, and said what a lot of people in Flint have been thinking for months.
In her debut novel Swarm Theory, Chicago writer Christine Rice reimagines a landscape from her past, a mash-up of disintegrating farmland and emerging suburb that most Midwesterners will instantly recognize...
“Hey! What’re y’all doin?” he yelled across the empty park. A pint-sized paper bag sat on the sidewalk next to his smooth-soled tan work boots.
Publishing is a funny business. Here we are, with a [...]
In 1997, an international incident was brewing. The World Wrestling Federation’s Shawn Michaels and Hunter Hearst Helmsley had declared war on their Canadian rivals, the Hart Foundation.
I had just started writing about Flint when I found myself sitting next to Michael Moore, listening to him talk about what Flint had to offer the world.
On a recent Friday evening, the cast of Flint Youth Theatre’s current production The Most [Blank] City in America, rehearsed a scene in which community members have gathered for a meeting ...
The bath delights her. When it's 6:45 in the evening — dark or getting darker — and we ask her, “you ready to go night-night?” Ruby toddles over toward the stairs, muttering: “bobble, Eejee.”