Village Life: Pierce Preschool connected us to our “Pandemic Village”
Mar24

Village Life: Pierce Preschool connected us to our “Pandemic Village”

By Melodee Mabbitt Before the pandemic hit, I was the kind of parent who relied heavily on my village to help raise our child. Pre-pandemic, I was lucky to have a flexible schedule with the ability to work remotely. I even got away without needing a babysitter much of the time by going places where our three-year-old could socialize with other kids while I worked from my laptop. We had dance class on Thursdays, but the rest of the...

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Village Life:  “Among Us,” but Not Us — video game brings up painful American truths
Jan22

Village Life: “Among Us,” but Not Us — video game brings up painful American truths

By Vivian Kao My older son is eight years old, and like most eight-year-olds, he goes through phases in which he gets obsessed with certain things. About a year ago, it was professional wrestling. He had a group of friends at school who watched WWE, and through them, he learned the names of all the wrestlers, their signature moves, their costumes, their backstories. He checked out biographies of wrestlers from the library and created...

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Village Life:  A reclaimed piano reclaims grace in a time of plague
Sep03

Village Life: A reclaimed piano reclaims grace in a time of plague

By Jan Worth-Nelson Some days, no matter how hard you try to stay sane, it’s just too much. Picture me roaming around my house — a sprawling old place with several  routes for pacing and hiding — where we’ve been mostly cloistered,   like any reasonable oldsters shrinking away from COVID-19, since March. Picture me agitated, limbs sort of flapping, arms akimbo from time to time.  Picture me muttering and cussing.  Picture my pandemic...

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Village Life:  26 miles on foot in Flint, Connor Coyne’s walk is both ancient and intimate
Jul07

Village Life: 26 miles on foot in Flint, Connor Coyne’s walk is both ancient and intimate

By Connor Coyne On a Sunday at the end of June, my alarm goes off at three in the morning. I dress in the darkness, putting on the loose fitting shirt and shorts I’d selected the night before. I’m careful not to wake my wife who will sleep for several more hours in the antiseptic breeze of our air-conditioned bedroom. I tap out down the hallway, softly lit by the glow from the bathroom nightlight, past my daughters’ rooms, and...

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Village Life:  Flint’s newest journalists are eight years old and raring to write
Jun27

Village Life: Flint’s newest journalists are eight years old and raring to write

By Jan Worth-Nelson Paxon Laube-Clary’s head hurt.  Stuck at home in pandemic shutdown, he was spending three to four hours a day of screen time keeping up with his classes at the Perry Innovation Center in Grand Blanc. His friend since preschool, Julian Pauli, home from the Flint Cultural Center Academy, was in the same condition.  They thought it might be fun to do something different — something off the screen. So they...

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Village Life:  Of a big green chair, two bad haircuts and the Ministry of Silly Walks
Jun05

Village Life: Of a big green chair, two bad haircuts and the Ministry of Silly Walks

By Jan Worth-Nelson I seem to have been sitting too long. Day after day of it.  Day after day, for about 75 days now, obsessed with numbers, I’ve pretzeled myself into a big green chair too close to a glaring screen. The chair is sort of a comfort—it’s wide enough to accommodate the girth of me, widened by what I’ve come to call my “Trump Ten.” Okay, maybe it’s 15 by now. The chair is deep enough to make me feel safely ensconced, as...

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