Scheduling classes as an instrumental music student at the University of Michigan is a pain. Why? Because I have to take into...

I looked down at my watch, surprised to find that it was only five o’clock. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and the wind...

I got into the University of Michigan on my eighteenth birthday after being on the waitlist for a month or two. It was always the school...

It’s July 10, 1946, a hot, sunny Wednesday in Detroit. The breeze carries the scent of water and the sounds of laughing children from...