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In the nut shell:

I (Max) met her (Olga) back in 2003. I came back home from cooking job that I had at about 1.00 am one day and she was sleeping on our couch. My roommate invited her to stay with us for a while –...


I read a book recently about how, when the phonograph was first created, people thought they could use it to communicate with the dead (Jonathan Sterne's "The Audible Past").  That gave me the idea for this project.  My sister...


I had stopped what I was doing suddenly. Like the abrupt and offensive sound of a needle scratching an LP, my task had ceased. I looked up at him dumbfounded.


“I’m sorry, what?”



 She had asked for a Rice Crispy Treat. 


Dammit. My heart leapt into my throat. The tag on the tray said Marshmallow Bar. Can’t she read?




We've got your weekend starter right here....


As a kid, I always thought carrot cake defied the very notion of cakedom. First, it was made with carrots, definitely not nestled near the top of the food pyramid with chocolate and brown sugar and frosting and everything else that gets filed...


Was Glynn Washington telling me his story. Dump the interviews and let it snap. Storytelling with a beat, hosted by Glynn Washington. Get rid of the "Real Sex" street interviews and you've got a program. And no program breaks.


 Becky Wahlstrom - Write Club



 This piece is made wholly of interviews and field recordings I captured while in Peru in the summer of 2010. The recordings are blended and produced to illustrate the process of making meaning from fractured experiences.


 A women's telling of a day in her life set to ambience and music. While working in Nicaragua a friend is seriously injured in a motorcycle accident, leading to an evening in the local hospital and an encounter with the friend's family.


One Mans War

My Thoughts clash
Like arctic waters cooling hell torched steel
Images crash my persona, much as the tide breaks the cliffs during a
fatal storm
a war that would make Spartans...


I lied to a rabbi; a burden I’ve hidden for over 20 years. As a starving graduate student, the Temple hired me to teach religious school. For a part-time job, it paid extremely well. But the problem with religious school is; no one wants to...


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