Write Me When You Get To Liverpool

At the end of a visit with my grandma, just before we’d go our separate ways, she’d shower me with affection and leave me with a few words of wisdom. One of her favorite things to say before parting was “Skriv till mig när du kommer till Liverpool.” This phrase was Swedish for “Write me... Continue Reading →

We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order to Live

"We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the 'ideas'... Continue Reading →

A New Year Brings New Things

I've never been one for making New Year's Resolutions. I've always operated under the notion that if you want to make a change, then make it already. You don't need to wait for a new year to begin in order to make positive life changes (or any life changes for that matter). In fact, I... Continue Reading →

Wisconsin Ain’t No Flyover State

"Wisconsin. That's in Michigan, right?" Once, on my family's annual family vacation to New Hampshire, a kid asked me where I was from. I of course responded with, Wisconsin. Without skipping a beat, he responded, that's in Michigan, right? I never forgot the disgust I felt that someone my age (11) had no idea where... Continue Reading →

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