In 2001, my family moved back to Detroit, the city where I was born. Our home sits squarely on the border between downtown and suburb - where the city touches the inner ring. It's tempting to call this place 'nowhere'. After all, the popular mythology says that we live in a dying city, the scrapheap of the rust belt - nowhere. But no place is nowhere and Detroit is definitely not nowhere.
This place is the smallest it's been in 90 years and the prosperity of our past is not likely to return. But even in Detroit, there is a rhythm of normalcy. And we aren’t alone here. Many have stayed and, as hard as it is to believe, new people are still coming here to live. So we watch as the city winds its way in this valley between abundance and loss; a slow, uncertain road.
