Lives
Posted in Art, Ideas, Lives
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Renegade Bus will take a prolonged hiatus, as Peter Simek leaves to lead the launch of a new arts coverage initiative at D Magazine, lending the voice and tone of this publication to the greater city.
Posted in Art, Ideas, Lives
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Renegade Bus will take a prolonged hiatus, as Peter Simek leaves to lead the launch of a new arts coverage initiative at D Magazine, lending the voice and tone of this publication to the greater city.
Posted in Art, Ideas, Lives
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Renegade Bus will take a prolonged hiatus, as Peter Simek leaves to lead the launch of a new arts coverage initiative at D Magazine, lending the voice and tone of this publication to the greater city.
Posted in Art, Ideas, Lives
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Renegade Bus will take a prolonged hiatus, as Peter Simek leaves to lead the launch of a new arts coverage initiative at D Magazine, lending the voice and tone of this publication to the greater city.
Posted in Architecture, Lives
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Architect Hans Roegele was in the Middle East from September to early November, and he sends this dispatch.
Posted in Feature 2, Food, Lives
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Food
Growing up, donuts were the perfect treat after a long day of raking leaves, writes Teresa Burkett. What many don’t realize is how simple it is to make them right at home.
Posted in Food, Lives
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Food
A good cookbook can almost be as useful as a kitchen-friendly grandmother. For Teresa Burkett, author Marcella Hazan has become a mentor.
Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Lives
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Fiction
Am I intent on destroying anything I have left? God—what am I doing? What was I thinking?
Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Lives
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Fiction
If I had wanted a career I would have gotten my doctorate, and my master’s, and my bachelor’s, all in something other, something less specific than Oklahoma history, the lost culture of a people and a state not considered worthy of anything by most of the rest of the country. What’s Oklahoma, right?
Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Lives
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Fiction
I could only see one of them, out in the backyard filling up a big plastic tub full of water from the hose for two sizable Dobermans. He definitely wasn’t the one Janey thought was in college…he looked pretty young, distinctly adolescent in his backwards baseball cap, baggy tank top, cut-offs, flip-flops, wiping sweat from his forehead with a careless swipe of his forearm, face flushed. My heart melted.

