Hi — my name is Adam Epperson, and I am one of the Southwest Journal and Downtown Journal’s three new intern reporters for this summer.
For the next few months, I will be running around town, getting to know you while I am covering what is going on in Minneapolis. Before I do all that, though, maybe I should tell you a little about me.
I grew up in Rosemount, Minn. My family and I lived there for about 10 years before we moved down South when I was 12 years old, to a town just north of Austin, Texas.
I have been in Texas for nearly a decade — and the heat has been brutal over the years. This December, I will graduate from Texas State University with a BA in mass communication, print journalism.
I had two nicknames from middle school and high school in Texas: “Yankee” and “Minnesota.” My fellow reporters, here in Minnesota, have decided to call me “Tex.” How weirdly ironic. Hopefully, it will change to “ATX,” or something not so country.
This spring, I wrote for the Texas State University Star, where I gained a lot of experience covering local government, community news and the Texas primary election. It was during the primary election, which was an enormous deal in Texas since the democratic candidates were nearly tied, when I knew for sure I wanted to be a journalist. As a reporter, it felt like I was right in the middle of a rock concert, riding the mosh pit, as the politicians jammed out with the crowd.
I’m happy to finally be back home and writing in Minnesota. This should be a great summer.
My name is Jonathan Cowgill, and I’m extremely eager to write about the Southwest side of Minneapolis this summer.
I bounced myself around the Whittier and CARAG neighborhoods for most of my first 18 years, having attended Kenwood Elementary, Anwatin Middle and South High schools. I worked in Washington, D.C. as a page under the nomination of U.S. Rep. Martin Olav Sabo, and currently am enrolled at Pacific Lutheran University in the Seattle area, where I am majoring in English.
Throughout all my experiences, I have held a certain amount of fondness for Minneapolis: the cityscape at night from across Lake Calhoun, the menagerie of children on bicycles, the winter that was one year so cold school was closed. Since my travels — living in London, sliding through New York, wandering about Amsterdam, squinting through the sealight sunshine of Barcelona, working in Grand Teton National park, and trying between times to learn in Seattle — I am more often than not corroborated in my soft pride for the city that made me. Minneapolis is indeed a singular place.
This summer, I hope to celebrate and chronicle happenings of this city the best way I can: by writing for the Southwest and Downtown Journals. I believe in the importance of good local news in strengthening the bonds of community. The value of staying informed about the happenings of our locale cannot be overstated. I hope to serve the Journals’ readership faithfully and truthfully. And I look forward to a glorious, mosquitoless summer!
Everyone in the college world is pining for an internship — especially one that doesn’t merely send them scurrying to Starbucks for their superiors. I am lucky to have found such an opportunity and am looking forward to a summer of writing, particularly because Peace Coffee and local sustainability take precedence, for me, over shops like Starbucks. However, because formal introductions typically precede a coffee date, allow me to introduce myself.
I’m Kelsey Kudak, a senior at the University of Minnesota. While I began my undergraduate studies believing the Minneapolis dance community was where my career would settle, I chose double majors in dance and English and soon discovered my eagerness to write was paralleled by an aptitude for the craft.
I grew up on what used to be the edge of St. Cloud, Minn. with the smell of manure drifting into my parents’ backyard on summer evenings. Though new developments have filled in much of the farmland, my rural upbringing was helpful when I moved to the highlands of Guatemala in January of 2007. There, I spent five months translating for and traveling with American medical teams — a work that sparked my love for the colorful, amicable people of the Guatemalan countryside.
I intend to return to Guatemala to work for another extended period of time, but this City of Lakes is a fine place to spend the meantime. When I’m not whipping up fresh guacamole in my kitchen, you might catch me riding to yoga class on a magenta road bike from the ’90s or strolling with my camera and tripod in hand. Because I write both critically and creatively, I am eager to be writing about everything from the farmers’ market and its fresh strawberries to the Uptown Art Fair for a city that has a strong community of artists and advocates alike.