Brier Hill

Youngstown’s Brier Hill sits along the first ridge out of the Mahoning Valley to the east. We traveled there weekly for church, back to the brick streets and slate sidewalks of my mother’s childhood.

2016-03-09T09:11:13-05:00March 9, 2016|

Lamentations Of A Clevelander In Exile

I moved to Cleveland on a whim in 2004. I met a girl while visiting a Clevelander friend and I fell in love with both the girl and the city. The rock-and-roll mythos, blue-collar grit, pierogies — I was wonderstruck.

2016-05-10T12:48:19-04:00February 16, 2016|

Caring For All Parts: Hadad Farm

On the east side of Detroit sits an old two-story house washed sky blue. The paint is chipped and the windows are barred with thick grey metal. It is my grandmother’s house of over fifty years.

2016-01-14T21:21:14-05:00December 18, 2015|

Police Story

The record store was about two miles from our neighborhood and about one mile beyond the city limits. As teenagers a friend and I would go there whenever we had a little money ...

2015-11-25T07:45:39-05:00November 25, 2015|

Rust Belt Vehicle Love

I saw a dinosaur carcass the other day in the driveway of an abandoned house on a side street off St. Clair Avenue. It was a dark green Ford LTD with a tattered brougham roof peeled back to the rusted metal.

2015-11-03T10:47:52-05:00November 3, 2015|