Readers’ Corner: Bridging Past with Present
My favorite Rust Belt location? The bridge leading into the former U.S. Steel McDonald Works, a finishing mill where three generations of my family members worked shifts...
My favorite Rust Belt location? The bridge leading into the former U.S. Steel McDonald Works, a finishing mill where three generations of my family members worked shifts...
Belt Bets: Cleveland, July 10-17
“I work with the material that shaped the industrial Midwest: steel. I create elegant and refined works using [...]
When my wife and I first started dating, she lived in rural Georgia and had no knowledge of Youngstown. We hadn’t been dating long enough to even really discuss what my hometown was like.
Detroit is a city of fist-pumping, all-caps slogans. A hashtag for your Instagram, a bumper sticker for your Ford: NOTHING STOPS DETROIT. DETROIT HUSTLES HARDER. BELIEVE THERE IS GOOD IN DETROIT.
“This is just a simulation, but you’ll lay there in the bed, and we’ll slide you into the tube,” the technician points at the fMRI bed and motions for me to lay. But it’s not a real fMRI, it’s just a big, cheap-looking model of one.
As sun set on the final evening of 2011, a loud boom interrupted New Years’ Eve revelries in eastern Ohio. Valerie Dearing, who was ringing in the New Year in her living room in the small town of Poland ...
Most of the time when I mention Gordon Square in a conversation, people don’t know what I’m talking about – which is disappointing. “It’s around West 65th and Detroit,” I tell them.
Angela Flournoy’s debut novel The Turner House was published this spring and has met with much acclaim, becoming a May 2015 Indie Next pick and garnering a stellar review in the New York Times.
After an hour-long drive, Doug Suiter is sitting at high stool at The Machine Shop in Flint, Michigan, one hand on his knee and the other wrapped around a sixteen-ounce can of Bud Light, waiting to see if Whitey Morgan is the real deal.
On a warm, mid-afternoon day in May, a group of growers are preparing nearly bare soil for a hopefully abundant and busy farming season.
Last year, when driving back from Detroit to his home in Fraser, my dad took a detour. Dad is by nature an anxious man, but that anxiety spiked when he turned down an ice-and-snow-covered street.