Sophomore or junior year, I think. Striking terror into nose guards throughout the Little Lakeland Conference. I mean, imagine if you had to face a uniform of that hue.
Pretty excited about this. Y’know. Excited in a low-key Scandinavian way. Population 485, the stage version. At the Big Top, August 28. Tickets right here. Nobbern. Forever.
Neat, humbling, unexpected, and fitting: students using my writing in forensics competitions. Fitting because when my 7th grade English teacher introduced me to forensics she gave me survival tools I didn’t know I’d need in “real life.” I know with all the goofball public yammering I do some folks don’t believe it, but I am…View post
Blasted out some Tweets about writing and small towns last night. They are Storified here. [View the story “Small Town, Big Words” on Storify]
How wonderful and humbling this is. My hometown high school arranged to have a case (made of 100-year-old barn wood) placed in the commons, then filled it with with my books and CDs. Wherever I’m standing when I say it, I am grateful to be of and from New Auburn, Wisconsin. I see they left a…View post