Village Life:  Every day, I dream of Down Time
Dec05

Village Life: Every day, I dream of Down Time

By Jan Worth-Nelson Every day I keep dreaming of Down Time. I used to crave adventure, no day complete without a conscious tablespoon at least of risky business, a routine to kickstart adrenaline, an agenda to keep me in the loop – the loop of life, baby.   I aimed to be a player.  If I didn’t push my limits a little bit, I lost a dram of self-respect.  One time I had a lot to prove and I had a drive to Be There, wherever that was. I...

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Village Life:  The Flint River dumped us, but we got a story (or two)
Aug29

Village Life: The Flint River dumped us, but we got a story (or two)

  By Jan Worth-Nelson I told Sarah Carson the river would give us solace—that was how I talked her into it, for my part always wanting an accomplice in my adventures. Two writers who revel in sedentary hours alone. Two writers—one young, one old—rampantly hopeful but almost comically expecting the worst. Two writers who’d never been in a tandem kayak together on an end-of-summer Wednesday. What could go wrong? Ha ha! Here’s the...

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Village Life:  A raptor crash heralded my life with birds
Jul08

Village Life: A raptor crash heralded my life with birds

By Teddy Robertson Smack! The front legs of my chair leave the floor, my hands pop off the laptop keyboard; I jerk backward.  A split second, then a tinkling sound ripples over my left shoulder.  I turn and look: in the storm window beside me fissures radiate outward as if pushed by an invisible hand.  Something’s struck the plate glass almost dead center. I’m out the door — scanning the front porch for a clue — but the missile...

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Village Life:  In LA or Flint, tai chi yields gifts of challenge, elation, peace
Apr01

Village Life: In LA or Flint, tai chi yields gifts of challenge, elation, peace

By Teddy Robertson “Breathe from the diaphragm,” says Beverly, my tai chi instructor. “Clear your mind; try to go slowly,” she reminds us before we begin. We never go slowly enough. We stand in two rows in a large room, the dining hall in a senior center. Some wear the thin-soled martial arts slippers that help in tai chi’s turns and kicks, glides and slides. Through its floor-to-ceiling windows a hummingbird jabs at the orange and...

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I love Flint:  Baker’s dozen reasons why my town is NOT the 11th “Worst City to Live In”
Feb14

I love Flint: Baker’s dozen reasons why my town is NOT the 11th “Worst City to Live In”

By Harold C. Ford I’m an unabashed, unashamed, scream-it-from-the-rooftops supporter/defender of Flint.  And yet once again, my hometown was put on another “worst” list.  This time it was a publication called 24/7 Wall St.  Using “an index of over two dozen measures to identify the worst cities to live in,” Flint was ranked the 11th worst in the U.S. I was drawn to the article while perusing the website of the Detroit Free...

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Village Life:  Of elusive joy, lamentations and “wanton love”
Nov26

Village Life: Of elusive joy, lamentations and “wanton love”

By Jan Worth-Nelson   Sometimes you have to fight for joy. At a recent East Village Magazine party at my house, wine flowed and four kinds of pasta from Flour and Eggs, comfort food extraordinaire, disappeared in thick hunks from trays on the big table, two extra leaves put in for the occasion.  I’d put up some colored lights and we toasted to neighborliness and the power of words.  It was a happy night. But as we jovially...

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