I’m pleased to relay that I’ve received a few different awards for both solo work and collaborative journalism projects. UW-Milwaukee’s Pow Wow Has Deep American Indian Roots received the Best Soft Feature award by Milwaukee Press Club. The Finding Flint project received several awards from the Society of Professional Journalists (SPJ). Photographs I took for this piece received a Feature Photography award by SPJ.
All told, UWM journalism students have been awarded a total of 42 local, statewide, or regional awards. The instructors at UW-Milwaukee are doing a great job of getting us ready to head out into the working world.
Here is the full list of awards that can currently be posted publicly.
Adults always seem to forget what it’s like to be young.
Here is this little overheard gem. Every once in awhile strangers still have conversations in bars without phones between their faces. When they do, you can overhear a gem or two. This was a visitor from L.A. making a stop in Milwaukee from California. Click the arrows to the right to read the next line. Viva Midwest. Flyover and Friendly.
An American Mink has been spending time near a small lake at my workplace, but has rarely been seen. I decided to write a piece about the American Mink, an elusive weasel that is native to Wisconsin. Read about The Mystery Mink of Mystery Lake.
Today was my first road ride since getting hit by a car. I wasn’t sure how I’d respond to riding again, hadn’t really thought about it until a friend said, “Are you going to have PTSD?” I’m pleased to report that’s it’s as enjoyable as it has been for years (as enjoyable as 37 degrees and windy can be) and the presence of cars didn’t provide any more anxiety than before. If you know anyone looking for a BMW F650GS in the Milwaukee area, this will be for sale soon.
See you at Var Gallery this Thursday, February 15 at 8:00pm for Short Shots! This show features 7 poets including myself – and it’s free.
So often I think something and it seems unspectacular, but if it occurs to me many times I do something with it. This thought occurs to me every day I’m at school, so here is this brief poem.
It’s interesting the things you notice and consider as a returning student with 15 years on most of your classmates. So many of my classmates spend any of their extra time gazing off into the anywhere else of their technological devices. I wonder where we are all going, if we can or will ever get there. If we do, will we know? This is such a strange existential time to be living in.