I turn the corner to see a heap of neon-painted doors in an otherwise empty field and immediately know I am in the right place. I park my car and walk towards a house covered in polka dots. This is the Heidelberg Project.

After Detroit’s deadly 1967 riots, hundreds of thousands of middle-class...

Slowly I re-enter consciousness. I become aware of the weight of my body pressing into the soft mattress, the pillow sandwiched between my head and arm, the balled up blanket underneath my left leg, and the tickle of fur against my feet. I open my eyes and roll over to the quiet “mer” of...

If you missed the Matador Pulse article, http://matadorpulse.com/matador-members-reach-semi-final-in-trazzlers-nycgo-writing-contest/, I and two other Matador writers have made it to the semi-finals round in Trazzler's summer contest. The prize is $10,000 and two weeks in New York.

To move...