One day I was sitting quietly at the library with my college roommate. It was getting late and we were beyond able to focus so I was welcomed a late night call from my sister.
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She called to tell me she was entering herself into rehab. She described to me how she approached our parents, how many pills she was on a day (20 at this time), and then at the end asked me if I was proud.
I wasn't proud. I was completely confused. I did not understand what was happening, not until years later after a second trip and a worse fall back into drugs changed her life completely for the better. At the young age of 19 I watched my sister struggle with addiction until she finally released herself from the muddiness of it all to safer, sober ground.
In Detroit, the city is going through tremendous change, a period of transition.
I've written about my own experience of feeling stuck in transition. It's like driving but not seeing anything clearly in front of you. You feel stuck, holding onto the movement.
Our city faces many tensions: new people, curent and life long Detroiters. Hipsters. Businesses. Creatives. Grassroot initiatives versus large corporations claiming their spot on Detroit. Blacks and whites and Arab Americans, the city is so rich in diversity. The city is still stinging from the past, racial and social economic tensions threaded into the Detroit of today.
A collection of stories stumbled through my inbox that looks at stories during our transition. I believe tension and change leads towards creativity. We must express this period of time, record it, talk about it, understand it.
At times we Detroiters have a prideful past, a prideful present, a hopeful and fearful future. These stories are a great start at documenting what it means to be a Detroiter.
Check out the stories here.
I was shocked one day in a graduate class when a friend told me he almost never wrote. He was a wonderful poet and I was always moved by his art.
Why did he say this? Because he thought it was selfish to write.
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This was the first time I had heard of this stigma. Later, I was then asked if blogging or publishing my own blog was a vanity project. That surprised me too.
Writing a blog will never make anyone money. Writing is a very difficult field to make money in. It doesn’t really amount to much fame or recognition. That is all temporary anyway.