Monday, August 14, 2017

Belle Isle Park, Detroit, Michigan

They aren't kidding when they say that Belle Isle is a shining green gem. Connected to Detroit via a picturesque bridge, Belle Isle is located in the Detroit River between Michigan, U.S. and Ontario, Canada (your phone may send you a "Welcome to Canada!" text) and is now a Michigan state park, which means that if you have the recreation pass on your license plate, you can get in for free (but if you don't, you pay at the entrance gate). And that isn't all that's free! I recently spent a day on Belle Isle with my husband, and probably the most expensive part of the day was spending the gas to drive out there. 


Dossin Great Lakes Museum
First, we headed to the Dossin Great Lakes Musem where admission is free. It's a quick museum with a number of interactive exhibits for kids (ever wanted to race a virtual speed boat?) and a focused history of Detroit and the immediate surrounding area. The lobby is the restored Gothic Room (life goals), the former smoking lounge of the cruise ship S.S. City of Detroit III. You will also find the bow anchor of the famous Edmund Fitzgerald. ("The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee...")


Anna Scripps Whitcomb Conservatory
Next, we walked over to the Conservatory. A small river runs between the Dossin and the Conservatory, and the water was filled with merry kayakers. More groups of day-trippers were enjoying the myriad of plants in the Conservatory's six distinctly themed rooms and the koi pond outside. There is also a large lawn/garden with a fountain that attracted many amateur photographers and selfie-takers. There was also an ice cream truck parked out front, so we got ice cream, the first bite of chocolate I've had in weeks (it was wonderful). Ok, I'm going to level with you. While the inside of the Conservatory was lovely and delightful, the outside lawn/garden smelled like cat pee. Not because there was actual cat pee, but because perennial salvia was in bloom, and perennial salvia smells like cat pee. (So do paperwhites.) Lots of great photo ops, though, as evidenced by the number of wedding goers posing all over the place.


Belle Isle Aquarium
The 113 year old Aquarium is right next to the Conservatory, on the way back to our car, so we hit up this next. It was by far the most crowded building of the day, probably because it is basically a long and skinny tunnel. This is definitely a kids' favorite spot! Having gone through once before, we went through pretty quickly rather than fight with children for better views.


Belle Isle Nature Center
A trip to the Nature Center on Belle Isle takes as long as you want it to. There are tanks with animals, a couple of chairs next to a window overlooking bird feeders where a hundred or more birds gather (plus bees for the nearby transparent hive), a kids playground (plus a larger one across the parking lot), and the outdoor deer encounter that happens three times daily. We ended up leaving before the deer feeding time in favor of the beach.


Public Beach
On the north side of Belle Isle is a strip of sand and a bath house, also known as a beach. The river water is calm here, and the views of Detroit are spectacular! Another ice cream truck was parked nearby along with a hot dog stand. If we weren't planning on dinner with friends later, I probably would have taken advantage of the hot dogs because they smelled delicious! No grilling is allowed on the beach, but people had set up little travel grills in the grass next to the sand, and picnics abounded.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Ohisashiburi! (It's been a while.)

I had started off this year ready to throw myself into my writing, then January 20th happened, and my focus shifted dramatically. Countless times I have sat down at my computer wanting to update this blog, and I just didn't know what to say. There are so many hashtags... Here's a summation: #resist

January 1st also marked my ascension to Book Inventory Manager, which has turned out to be a lot less fun than it had sounded when I accepted the position last fall, and that is a little weird because it didn't involve doing much more than I was already doing, I just got pulled into a lot of unnecessary drama that has taken a toll on my soul. I have spent many days this year in some very dark places... #bummer #dramallama

July of 2016 found me and my now-husband, then-fiance, Greg headed to Motor City Steam Con (you may have read about this on my bio page) as guest authors and panelists. We went again this year and fully intend to be involved next year! For me, it's a fantastic weekend of geeking out with fellow writers, making connections, and reinvigorating those writing juices. #alwaysbewriting

At the first MCSC, Greg and I made a fantastic friend with fellow steampunk writer P. R. Chase, who has a story in Valves & Vixens III. It turned out that he read my story "The Waiting Future" in V&V I, and was so inspired that he submitted to V&V III! Pretty cool, eh? And now he's a great friend and inspiration to me, so yeah, it's pretty fantastic really. #writingbuds

Since taking on editing responsibilities in addition to writing for the Crazy Wisdom Community Journal, and now with the added inspiration of this year's MCSC, I've decided to begin self-publishing. I have some great writers working on stories for an anthology I'd like to put together, and in order to get in practice with the whole self-publishing thing, I'm going to try with a collection of my own poetry. You might be thinking, "Isn't that expensive?" And the answer is, I really don't know the cost yet in terms of dollars and cents, but I already have a pretty good sense of the cost to my spirit by not doing it, and it's not a price I'm willing to continue paying. #dontdreamitbeit

So that's where we are. Some great ways to keep up with me are Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. Links to all are found on the About Me tab up above. If you'd like to buy the complete collection of Valves & Vixens, here they all are. Aren't they lovely? #buymybooks


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Plymouth Ice Festival 2017 (Ringing in the New Year)

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This past weekend, January 6th through the 8th, was the Plymouth Ice Festival, which, since moving to southeast Michigan, I have frequented with my husband Greg. It seems a fitting way to ring in the new year, a time when winter has pretty firmly taken hold here in Michigan. 

We arrived a little late, so a lot of the shops were closed or closing, but my schedule has been busy, often working six days a week, over the few months, so I'm glad I was able to participate this year at all! Squeeze it in, as it were. 


I've always found ice (that isn't on the road or sidewalk) beautiful, and I love the creativity and skill put on display at the Ice Festival. And the festive atmosphere! There's music, toasted almonds, hot chocolate, activities for kids, a tower made of ice and filled with burning pallets... 

Plymouth is a cute, if Conservative, town with a downtown full of shops, restaurants, and a surprising number of candy shops. My favorite store is Earth Lore, on Wing St near the corner of Forest. Greg loves Espresso Elevado, a coffee shop right by Earth Lore. Sadly, we missed both this year. 

The next winter event for us is Zehnder's Snowfest in Frankenmuth, MI lasting from January 25th to the 30th. If you have not been to Frankenmuth, it's a trip. (Read about my first visit here.) And the sculptures carved out of snow at the festival are truly impressive! (Read about when we went in 2015 here.) 

I'm hoping to go this year with friends who have not been, which is always fun. I love sharing quirky things with people. I do hope there will be more snow than there is now. It would be sad to have a Snowfest with no snow, and if it's so warm that the snow melts as it is being carved, that is even more disappointing. So here's to colder weather! Which is not something I say often. 

Sunday, May 29, 2016

What am I Listening to?: the Omnivore's Dilemma

Lately, I've been listening to a lot of great audiobooks in my car. Top among them is probably This is How: Surviving What You Think You Can't by Augusten Burroughs, read by the author, the self help book for people who hate self help books. But perhaps the most revelatory has been The Omnivore's Dilemma: a Natural History of Four Meals by Michael Pollan. 

Having worked in multiple grocery stores over the course of eight or so years (five at Trader Joe's), I know a fair amount about the food business - where it comes from, where some of the best growing regions, how far it travels to get to us, how much is involved in growing, what all the labels mean such as organic, all natural, cage free, free range, vegetarian fed, fair trade, etc. 

I know because people ask a lot of questions. NO, you cannot buy vegetarian fed, free range eggs. Free range chickens eat bugs that they peck from the ground. And NO, organic wild blueberries do not grow in Quebec in the winter. Quebec is covered in snow in winter. Nothing grows. So quit asking! 

The answers to these questions and more might seem obvious to a lot of people, but clearly not all. When I told one woman in California who complained about the lack of organic wild blueberries from Quebec in February that they were out of season stared at me blankly.

Customer: What do you mean "season"?
Me: It's not their growing season.
Customer: What's a growing season?

This is how disconnected a large part of Americans are from our food chain. The reason you can eat asparagus and other summer foods in winter? They're grown in the southern hemisphere - where it's summer - then shipped all the way here. This is how buying out-of-season food works. It's the same way clothing comes from Asia. And it takes a toll on the environment when you factor in shipping - literal shipping on cargo ships - and then trucking. So much gasoline consumption! 

Don't even get me started on industrial farming and how it ruins the land, wastes resources, poisons our water supply, and also consumes massive amounts of oil. All of this is covered quite succinctly in Pollan's book.

What I didn't know going into the book is that corn effectively poisons cows, but we force-feed it to them anyway. By the time a cow is ready to be slaughtered (and rot all of them make it that far), it's a mercy killing because the animal is so sick from being fed the wrong food. Hearing about how basically cows are being eaten alive from the inside by stomach acid for our human convenience horrified me. And the absolute torture we put pigs through made me grateful that I can't eat them.

Will I become a vegetarian now? No. Plants are just as alive as animals. It's cruel to go from abusing one species to abusing another. What I can do is support local, sustainable farms and businesses like Fluffy Bottom Farm, featured in the current issue of the Crazy Wisdom Community Journal, and the copious farmers markets in the area, which is how I met Jen Gossett, the genius behind Fairytale Baked Goods (OM NOM NOM NOM). 

Happy local farm goat courtesy of the
Crazy Wisdom Community Journal.

I love knowing who makes my food! As much as I love Michigan-based Meijer (the family has done a lot for our state), the people at the Co-op are just more personable. And as a person who likes to cook, I find seasonal ingredients and recipes exciting.

Does buying local cost more out of pocket? Yes. But it isn't subsidized by the government and is far less likely to be polluting or destroy the land. And it's more humane. Happy cows do not come from California. They come from local pastural farms where they get to eat grass, not corn mixed with beef fat (cannibalism!) and antibiotics. 

I'm lucky to live in a state that has a thriving local food economy. But you'll find it everywhere if you look for it. And the higher the demand, the readier the supply. Let's make this change for the better.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

House Update: We Planted an Apple Tree

Now that the weather has warmed up, our attentions have turned outward, especially Greg's because he kind of does yards for a living and the big empty yard was a big selling point for him. 

First off, we had our first fire of the season in the backyard! Whoo! Six people came, which isn't bad for a last minute shindig. (There will be more planning and prep next time. Probably.) Last year, we were only able to have one fire on Halloween, which was a pretty great inaugural event. Too cold after that.


We cleared a lot of trash that had somehow collected in the yard, probably due to the monster windstorms we kept having this past winter. Greg also cut down a lot of dead grapevines, most of which went on the fire. He also took out a large patch of a type of grass we don't want and put down seed for the type we do (can you tell this is not my thing?). Our yard is mostly dandelions right now.

And we planted an apple tree! It's a pink lady, my favorite kind of apple. So sweet! Like candy. Another apple tree of a different variety will be going in at some point so they can cross-pollinate. We used the sod we dug up for the tree to fill the mystery hole in one corner of the backyard. (It might have once been a fire pit, but we really don't know.) I used one of my father's old shovels to move the sod, one I sometimes used to help him in our garden growing up. It felt like a little piece of him is living on in my own garden I am building with my future husband. (Pa would love Greg. I wish they could have met.)


Beneath the tree, we also interred our beloved cat Sawyer's ashes. (Because he passed in January, he could not be buried out-right and his body was instead cremated to await the spring thaw.) We have talked about putting a bench there, as well, and maybe growing catnip in the area. We have some catnip in a planter in the kitchen that we bought for Sawyer not long before he died. Our other cats do not attack it with as much relish as he did.

Greg is outside now mowing for the first time this season (goodbye, dandelions! we hardly knew ye) and will soon be digging up an area along the side of the house for a garden. He got a great deal on mulch at work. I think he is going to plant lilies.

Well, I have a demanding kitty on my lap who is forcing me to type left-handed (I'm so much better with my right hand), so I will end this here. Ciao!


Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Independent Michigan Musicians I'm Listening to on Spotify and You Should, Too

Spotify is fantastic for exploring new music! Since I do not have a smart phone, I listen to it on my tablet and the computer at work, where I am allowed to play any song I want, provided the record label has a contract allowing it (which is a damn lot of them), and I can skip tracks all I want, something I am told is not allowed on the phone app version unless you pay for the privilege. 

Not only do I get introduced to new artists, but I can listen to and support local, independent musicians. I learned from a singer-songwriter that if you publish your album with CD Baby, you can also get it available on iTunes and Spotify. Not a bad deal! Spotify probably pays out about as much as Blogger pays me for blogs, but as my grandfather says, it's better than a sharp stick in the eye, and people are far more likely to listen to songs over and over than re-read blog posts.

So here, my friends, is a brief list of local, independent bands and artists that I currently have on my Spotify rotation. (If you're into iTunes, look for them there, too! Or buy straight from their websites.)

1) Ghost City Searchlight (Ypsilanti, MI)
I discovered GCS while working at Crazy Wisdom. Every Friday and Saturday night, the Tea Room hosts live music shows - for free! - from 8:30pm to 10:30pm. GCS is my far and above favorite regular feature. They're energetic, known for stomping, fun, funny, and generally just put on a great show! From their own website
Ghost City Searchlight plays original music inspired by traditional Celtic and American folk songs infused with raucous energy. Their brand of charismatic folk-rock tells stories that are drawn from the spirit of tall tales heard around the campfire, from the pages of dime novels read under the covers with a flashlight, and from the personal experiences of anyone who feels the deck is stacked against them.

And if that isn't enough for you, it also says, "If Social Distortion, The Pogues, Bruce Springsteen and Johnny Cash got drunk, had a baby, and named that baby Joe Strummer, and then that baby got drunk, we might sound like the bartender who gave that baby the alcohol." I suggest starting with the tracks "Healthcare Plan" and "Drag the River" off their second CD The Ghost Light Tales, Vol. II. To enjoy a live show, check ghostcitysearchlight.com for upcoming appearances.


2) Dale Wicks (Grand Rapids, MI)
I've known Dale since we were in the Japanese program at Western Michigan University together. For a time he was the VP of our school's anime club Anime Addicts, despite not running one year and also not being present for the vote (he did such a good job the year before!). We became closer friends during our study abroad summer in Hikone, Shiga Prefecture, Japan, and he might be one of the composite characters in my multiple award winning story "Skinship." (I'll let you guess which one.)

At the time, Dale was in an emo band called Our Last Autumn, introducing me to the concept of emo. A few years later, while in a different band, Rotten Rose, Dale adapted one of my poems to a rock song he called "When You Look At Me" (which is what I should have called it, but didn't). One of my early Proud Writer Moments was being surrounded at one of their shows by drunk lesbians gushing about how much they love that song. Rotten Rose broke up before it  was recorded, but Dale recorded it himself and burned it to a CD for me as a Christmas present. It still sits on my shelf labeled "Best Xmas Present Ever."

Nowadays, Dale performs solo with a more country sound. His album Someone Else's Songs is one of Spotify's favorite things to play when I set it to random both at home and at work. It's funny for me because some of the songs I've heard before, but differently arranged, like "The Language of the Kiss." "Suitcase" and "Girl, You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" set my toes tapping. Dale performs all over Michigan, but is based in Grand Rapids. Find his show line-up at dalewicks.com.

3) The Appleseed Collective (Ann Arbor, MI)
I don't remember where I first saw the Appleseed Collective. I think it was at the Ann Arbor Farmers Market, which is a fantastic way to be introduced to such a lively, folksy, genre-blending group. There's a guy who plays the washboard! It's wonderful. And if you visit Ann Arbor, you will see their posters all over town. They're a very active group. In fact, if you live in the Ann Arbor-Ypsilanti region, chances are you're already familiar with them. And their website does a far better job of describing their sound than I ever could:
The Appleseed Collective is poised to become the new sound of string music. Riding the wave of the bluegrass revival beyond newgrass and into a strange new genre-bending territory, they explore the full range of dark and light, old and new, composition and improvisation in a deeply theatrical stage show that transports audiences through time.
You also don't have to be in Michigan to see them live as they tour all over the place. They also have a live CD out, Live At the Ark, so you can even enjoy some of the fun of a live show from the comfort of your own home. Find all kinds of info at appleseedcollective.com.

5) John Churchville (Ann Arbor, MI)
And now for something completely different. John Churchville leads the monthly Indian Tabla Music nights in the Crazy Wisdom Tea Room. I'd never heard the term tabla before, but I had heard bits of Indian music before. I don't know much about Indian music, so I've enjoyed exploring it with John's performances.

There is one album available on Spotify. I like to put it on as background music while reading, writing, or doing some other activity during which lyrics are too distracting. It's not what I'd call relaxing music because that sounds like it will put you to sleep, and there's too much of a beat and rhythm for that. But it's also not hyper music that gets your blood pumping. It's good music that's nice to listen to! Check johnchurchville.com/events to see where you can catch the next live performance.

4) Angela Predhomme (Metro Detroit, MI)
I've written about Angela Predhomme twice before, most recently in 9 Women You Should Be Listening to on Spotify. Because I like her! Right now she is up for the People's Choice Award of the Detroit Music Awards for the song "Living In A Love Song." Her latest album is called Will and features "Vinyl Voodoo," a track I listen to often on the work playlist. Since I've posted about her before, I'Il leave this one brief and direct you to angelapredhomme.com

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

From the Coffee Shop: Sweetwaters Coffee & Tea in Kerrytown, Ann Arbor

Welcome to Part Two of my hopefully ongoing series of posts from local coffee shops. (The first entry was last August from Black Diesel Coffee in Ann Arbor.) 

Right now I am sitting at the Kerrytown Sweetwaters, listening to an orchestral rendition of The Man Who Sold the World (their choice, not mine, though I approve), sipping a hot cup of French Vietnamese Au Lait, a "masterpiece of Sweetwaters' dark roasted French chicory coffee & sweetened condensed milk." I've never had this drink before (my usual is the Crème Caramel, the best caramel latte in town), but it reminds me of coffee I used to make years ago when I had leftover sweetened condensed milk that needed to be used up. Delicious drizzled over ice cream (thanks for the tip, Japan!) as well as stirred into coffee, if you like your coffee sweet. I even made it with coffee and chicory! Since the tin of Cafe Du Monde brand was the only coffee I once kept on hand. (Now I don't keep any coffee. That's Greg's bag.)

I should be working on writing an article for the Journal, but since it got bumped to the next issue, I've decided to rework it and go in a new direction, which is proving a bit difficult. So many other things have happened to bump this article in my own life, as well. 

I'm still struggling with my energy level, I've taken on more hours at the bookstore and editing duties at the Journal (which has been tremendous fun!) in addition to writing, our beloved cat Sawyer passed away at the beginning of the year and, since then, our elder cat Miss Kitty, whom we took in from Greg's job last fall, has nearly died twice. The vet we took her to last week all but told us to euthanize her then, but she has bounced back - not entirely (we're still in hospice mode), but she is mostly her old self, just with more careful monitoring of food and litter box breaks. 

And, of course, there's the wedding. I hate wedding planning. It is an absolute nightmare. Planning a funeral is so much easier, and I speak from experience (not that either event was/is entirely up to me). I wanted to have invitations out by the end of the month, which means we have to work our tails off this week. And since invitations are going out, I also need to update the wedding website with RSVP, hotel, and registry info. (Gross.)

When I think about my dream wedding when I was child, I laugh. I gave up on it a while ago - really not long after it was hatched. I always pictured myself in a tux with tails, waiting at the altar for my beautiful bride. But since it was beaten into my skull by basically everyone ever until I was in college that I'm a girl and I have to be the one in the dress, I stopped dreaming about my own wedding right quick. It would never happen. Couldn't happen. I envy kids these days for whom it can and will happen. I hope they appreciate how lucky they are.

As I gaze sleepily around me here at Sweetwaters, I appreciate the art work. Like most coffee shops these days, they have rotating art exhibited. These are colorful and abstract. Springy. Makes me want to create something (something that is not this article). The pleasant weather I also find motivating. Too bad I work all day. (Between stores at the moment.)

I guess there is always tomorrow.