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There’s something missing and I think it’s the lakes. With the lakes come long walks, the wind, water foul, and footprints in the sand. Weekend homework: GET O-U-T-S-I-D-E!

[The Hofbrau this winter] [The Hofbrau this spring…] It’s not even five ‘o clock, but Leon Hammerhead and I are on our second round at The Hofbrau and he’s telling me to keep doing exactly [...]

It’s open clay studio and I make my way to the Dow Visual Arts Building to participate in an Interlochen offering, for the first time, as a student. I met this summer’s ceramics instructor at the [...]

One night, there are 5 performances in 5 separate locations on campus. The next night, 7,000 people are on campus to see Bela Fleck. I get to sit dead-center, twenty rows back. The faculty’s [...]

I’m putting several hours a day into this war stuff. I call it “stuff” because I don’t really know what else to call it—it doesn’t feel quite official enough to be “research.” I watch lots of [...]

Dear Friends and Fans, I’m happy to report some extraordinarily good news today! I was awarded 1st PRIZE in the PRESS 53 OPEN AWARDS contest for my short story, “My Father Calls Me Pequeña.” This [...]