The Little Detroit History Letter returns

It was a different world the last time I sent this newsletter. My last draft never made it out the door; I wrote it during the first week of March, 2020, sitting in a co-working space on a Saturday morning. I was pregnant and I had a cold. It was not yet a time to worry too much about having a cold. I was organizing a book talk later that month with other Michigan-based contributors to a Midwest architecture anthology, now among the millions of events and plans postponed that month, never to be rescheduled. The draft goes on and on and is full of naïve little jokes about coronavirus (not yet a pandemic, not yet even COVID-19) with an undercurrent of panicked sincerity.  

Things have changed a lot! (We’re on Substack now, for one.) But my reasons for rebooting this newsletter are the same as when I first sent it in … yeah wow, nine years ago, in 2014. Okay! I've been writing more; maybe you'd like to read it. I have some talks and tours coming up that maybe you would like to know about, especially those of you who are my parents. The baby I had during our first pandemic summer is now a 3-year-old and I have some time again for this kind of work. It's good to be back and I hope you'll stick around. I will likely continue to send the newsletter whimsically, inconsistently and probably too long-windedly, just like old times.

A proper Little Detroit History Letter will be on its way to you in a day or two, but I wanted to offer this little reintroduction first. Say hello, if you like. It'd be nice to reconnect!