Growing up in my rural Ohio town, the mall was our refuge. It could also be dangerous.
Before my junior year of college, in 1972, I worked at the manufacturing plant where my father was a foreman. It was an education.
On the eroding shores of Lakes Michigan and Huron, a buried eighteenth-century lumber port, and the stakes of inaction.
Notes on living and moving as an out queer person in the Rust Belt.
Sixty years ago, my parents took us on a driving tour of Lake Michigan, the quintessential Midwest road trip.
Olcott, New York—"The French Riviera of Lake Ontario"—has sunk and rebounded in a way so minor, yet major enough to feel like a triumph.
An excerpt from the Pittsburgh Neighborhood Guidebook.
In a world of scarcity, food pantries—like the one where I work in Chicago—make room for abundance.
A comic about navigating the Ohio coronavirus vaccination system.
On moving, 9/11, and reckoning with the names and places that made you who you are.
Re-reading Wideman's "Writing to Save a Life" in an era of racist violence.
"Is disease something we’re born with and prone to, or the result of a life lived in a place that can make anyone sick?”