I grew up in the Dale-Selby neighborhood of Saint Paul. To be more
exact, we lived in the upstairs of a duplex just off the corner of Dayton
and St. Albans, one block from Dale and one block from Selby.
Driving back from the reservation, I cross a small bridge into Saint Paul. I feel the troubled waters. I think of my grandfather’s people,the Dakota. I think of how they lived by the water, how they made fire by the water.
“As long as the children need me, I’ll be there; and unless we mess up their minds and visions of the future as adults, they are our hope for the future.”
—Mabel Cason, Saint Paul African American educator
“Another very great nuisance with which we have been afflicted... is the myriads of mosquitoes with which the country abounds... they have been for the last two months almost intolerable... their depredations at night are beyond description.”
—Horace Bigelow, Saint Paul Pioneer, September 10, 1854
“The writing of books is not easy... There must be reliance upon the deeper sources of consciousness, from which the best writing comes to assure anything really worthwhile.”