Her 80th birthday—“Surprise!” She smiles from the party photo, her last...
Proud back with a chest high in the air Swaying with desire Never knowing when to bend Afraid to break Walking into the wind...
My Hamline-Midway neighborhood is the kind of place where childhood memories are made. Sure, Wisconsin Dells, a Caribbean cruise to the Bahamas,
Every generation has its historical moments Of collective grief and disbelief Moments we forever remember Exactly where we were when . .
Gadahlski refers to the garage door of the house I grew up in. The house was a modern rambler sitting on a hill in the pristine, well-educated
Tell a child she is composed of parts (her Ojibway quarters, her German half-heart) she’ll find the existence of harpies easy to
Relax. Think. Who was your favorite teacher? Hold that thought. James Dee Cook doesn’t recall the male teacher’s name but confirms that his third
I took my first breath in St. John’s Hospital at Seventh and Maria. That makes me a native Saint Paulite, even though I grew up in the suburbs.
There is no seat you want to sit in, no place that you belong, so you choose one near the middle, closer to the back than the front, one