Too Big for My Skin

Too Big for My Skin

My momma never told a lie, she couldn’t when the truth was clear Through stretch marks and crow’s feet, the truth is what she told me Not through words, but through the curve of her hips The gleam in her eyes . . . the memories on her lips She is so beautiful, that...
A Normal Wet Rainy Day in Saint Paul

A Normal Wet Rainy Day in Saint Paul

I hold out my hand and feel the soft tapping of raindrops on my palm. They are cool and don’t seem to care where they end up. I take out my umbrella and hold it up so I don’t get wet. It is fall. The wind starts up, and I am glad I wore my sweatshirt and rain poncho....
Remembering Katie McWatt through Arthurs’ Words

Remembering Katie McWatt through Arthurs’ Words

Arthur McWatt is the author of Crusaders for Justice: A Chronicle of Protest by Agitators, Advocates and Activists in their Struggle for Civil and Human Rights in St. Paul, Minnesota, 1802-1985. He is a historian of the African American experience in Saint Paul, and a...
Avian Celebrities on Como Lake

Avian Celebrities on Como Lake

We were halfway around Como Lake when I heard it—the long mournful three-tone whistle-cry that grew in volume. I stopped. What is that? What is that? I know that sound. But it was utterly out of context, and I had to think to place it. The bird called again. I stopped...