Here are some pictures of the launch which was held at River House Inn in Williamston, Michigan, a few miles from where I grew up in Haslett, Michigan.  So many of my best

friends and family were there to celebrate with me and it was a perfect few days.  There are more pictures under “photos” on the website.  Check them out!  (Especially notice my wonderful son-in-law, Joe, there with my squirtly first grand son, John Michael Oskey, in his bow tie!  JM is in his bow tie, rather.  Joe probably wouldn’t want to wear one.

It’s hard for a writer to write about close friends in moments like this.  Words fail but not just at expected times such as weddings and funerals as you might think, but all the time. If you are a writer, you may think that there are times you’ve nailed what you wanted to say, but the truth is that even when this is so, (when I for one think I may have done just that),you  also realize that you’ve confined and defined the sentiment or event or character or emotion into concrete that then represents the culmination of (sentiment, event, character, emotion) and that is how  even you remember it from then on.   Before you said anything, the (sentiment, event, character, emotion) existed in all its infinite potential and undefined complexity.   Which is a sad thing to have to admit as a writer!  I think the Native Americans understood this which is why they didn’t want to commit ceremonies or history to writing (and are just beginning to attempt it) and were even careful how and when they committed their cultural experiences to even a verbal interaction between people.   So let me just so thanks to you all.  I love you.  Check out the other photos!

Grand Traverse

I had such a fabulous time at my book launch in Williamston on the 17th due to all my friends and family.  I don’t have the pictures yet so will do a separate posting on this upcoming.  But I’m packing up to go to Traverse City tomorrow.  I have an interview with TCM Radio on Friday a.m. before heading to Dog Ear Books at Northport, one of my favorite bookstores ever, and then on Saturday to Horizon Books in Traverse City where my buddy Jack Driscoll will be introducing me.  There was a mix up since he was supposed to be reading with me, but it is what it is.  It is always a treat to see Jack, though, so if anyone is in the area, stop by!

It’s hot here and things feel off kilter.  Something got into my hummingbird feeder and I’ve heard something big hanging at the perimeter, that feeling you’re being watched.  And something must be dead nearby since the buzzards and ravens and eagles are all circling, the beetles chirping.  So many bees (this is a good thing) buzzing there is a persistent hum when you open the door.  Still, off kilter or not, I am always upset having to leave my camp here, even for a few short days.

More on the launch and general events next week, but a heartfelt thank you to Wayne State and all my buddies who made my celebration such a blast!  Love you all.



Never think things are running along smoothly because they aren’t–you just likely haven’t figured it out yet. Well that’s a bit cynical and not quite accurate.   They might be running along finely, but nowhere near what you think “smoothly” or “finely” is or will or should be.  I’m a mixed philosopher (I think it was Mills or someone from my college philosophy class–I’m not a determinist or indeterminist but instead I think it’s some kind of Jungian, Synchronistic, mystical combination of it all).  Which doesn’t leave us off the hook  in terms of free-will, morality, personal responsibility or other biggies of this nature.  They still matter.   Still, we just can’t count on circumstances or our own idea of the intrinsic goodness/badness of any set of those circumstances, because we don’t have enough distance from any of it to determine anything of the sort.  But even though I try to be indifferent to all circumstances, I can’t help but be pissed sometimes as I am this afternoon after an enormous thunderstorm–complete with tiny albeit deadly hail–just rolled through here and flattened what was arguably my best vegetable garden to date.  My wildflowers are equally flat.  (Pictures to follow after the thunder and lightning stops–see below.)

Hard to believe they will right themselves completely.

And there has been some kind of mix-up in the promotion of my event in Traverse City–Jack Driscoll and I were scheduled to read together at Horizon Books on July 23.  He somehow got left off the event schedule and now will only introduce me–lovely, of course, but just doesn’t do it for me.

So I will continue doing school prep and in a couple hours, I’ll do some yoga and try breathing through my third eye or something like that until it all shakes out into being (of course) what it IS.  Deepak Chopra.  🙂