Village Life: I’m bad at running away
By Kate Stockrahm When I was around five-years-old, I ran away from home. Well, more accurately, I ran away as far as I dared to go without permission, which meant I went to the fenced-in backyard of my family’s suburban Detroit home. I can’t remember what happened over dinner to make kindergarten Kate absolutely sure she could never speak with her mom again, though I’m certain younger me was right to think so. (I was – and remain –...
Village Life: East Village Magazine, an old friend made new
By Nic Custer In the 1990s, one afternoon each month, my father would pick me up from school in his Plymouth minivan and instead of heading home, I’d help distribute this magazine. Dwarfed by seats stacked high with rubber-banded East Village Magazine issues – counted earlier that day by volunteers who’d batched them into the exact numbers needed for each neighborhood drop – we would drive across the city, listening to “Science...
Village Life: New year, new resolutions
By Kate Stockrahm I’ve always had mixed feelings about new year’s resolutions. On the one hand, I feel foolish pretending the change of a calendar date will motivate me to do all the things I should (but don’t) do anyway, like drink more water or eat less red meat. But on the other hand, what’s so awful about setting goals? A quick Google search of “new year’s resolutions” brings up many of the things we promise ourselves we’ll start...
Village Life: A new perspective at the Mott-Warsh Gallery
By Canisha Bell Have you ever walked or driven past a place numerous times only to discover it’s actually an amazing venue that you should’ve paid a visit to a long time ago? For me that place, until recently, was the Mott-Warsh (MW) Gallery – despite my going by countless times with the fleeting thought of “I wonder what it’s like inside there.” Opening its doors in 2016, the gallery in a former Internal Revenue Office on the corner...
Village Life: Can there be a happy darkness?
By Jan Worth-Nelson Lately, I’ve been renegotiating with the dark. Darkness gets a bad rap, including in my own mind. Each year I dread the coming on of longer nights, culminating in the anachronistic switch from Daylight Savings Time. By then, it’s dark when I leave for work in the morning and dark when I get home. This long winter darkness is so claustrophobic for me, so depressing, that anticipating it is almost as bad as actually...
Village Life: Meeting SARAH
By Christina Collie SARAH and I met in 2020. She’s not so much a “who” but a “what,” and her name comes from a sci-fi tv show called “Eureka” that ran from 2006-2012. In the show, SARAH stands for “Self-Actuated Residential Automated Habitat,” a house-of-the-future outfitted with an AI consciousness that controls everything from food service to security communications. In my life, though, SARAH is the lovingly ironic name...
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