It is a cool Saturday in late Oct. and as most of Ann Arbor sleeps, Kerrytown’s Detroit Filling Station wakes up with the intent of changing the world. As I arrive at the activist brunch event, I have little idea of what to expect. All I know before arrival is that the event is a partnership of sorts between the owners of Detroit Filling Station and the Restaurant Opportunities Center of Michigan, who are currently advocating for the Michigan One Fair Wage Campaign.
Monday, October 29, 2018 - 4:22pm
I’ve held back tears more than once thinking of one of my favorite places in the world closing its doors.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018 - 7:09pm
I love to be alone.
Headphones in. Blankets tucked up to my chin. Air conditioning on high. A book in my hands, with a spine that cracks. A vanilla-scented candle, or pumpkin (if it’s Oct.), burning on my bedside table. Maybe listening to Vance Joy. Drifting in and out of an uncommitted sleep. Just me and my thoughts. Just me and my words.
Monday, October 1, 2018 - 5:36pm
“When we first brought this show to New York and it opened on Broadway, we started to notice that people were really connecting to the story and wanted to make it their own. People were hungry to dig into these character and go deeper into this journey.”
Monday, October 1, 2018 - 2:30pm
I am a firm believer that you can’t find better sweet potato fries anywhere you look in Ann Arbor, which is a testament to the “Sweety” sauce I’m not ashamed to admit that I’d willingly drink.
Monday, September 17, 2018 - 4:37pm
Basically, my body has not made a hospitable environment for pizza, pasta, cookies, bread and happiness.
Thursday, September 6, 2018 - 3:35pm
When all three exciting elements come together –– text, author and reader — real magic can happen.
Monday, September 3, 2018 - 4:29pm
Ann Arbor celebrates so many highs in the gastronomic field — trendy restaurants, tasty new dishes and daring chefs — but we must remember our late August roots.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018 - 5:57pm
I love your mom’s lumpy mashed potatoes and half warm microwaved day old Crisco fried chicken. I love that your dad thinks he’s a master on the grill but hasn’t actually cleaned said grill in ten to twelve months and therefore each of these hamburgers piled on this plastic plate that tastes vaguely like last month’s BBQ ribs. Topped of course with America’s best half-melted half fridge burned Kraft Cheese Single.
Sunday, April 15, 2018 - 12:46pm
Often times I find myself lending books of my own after writing my name in the inside cover and off handedly reminding its receiver to ignore the poetry in the margins.