Dancing at the Crossroads

Dancing at the Crossroads

  Saint Paul is my chosen home, the place where I feel most deeply that I belong. Now. It has not always been so. In many ways my story is similar to countless American’s; we are, as President Kennedy wrote, “a nation of immigrants.” But when I...
Letter to the Lady Who Fell

Letter to the Lady Who Fell

  Dear Lady Who Fell: I’m sorry you fell Tuesday night, a little after 8 p.m. I hope you’re okay. Your husband looked mighty upset when you fell. I would’ve been upset too, after spending all that money to live on property that allows ice to...
Our Lady of Guadalupe

Our Lady of Guadalupe

Our Lady of Guadalupe, leaning in the mercado window, make intercession for the West Side. Mystical rose of yellow, red, and blue, protect those who journey through the corners of George, State, and Chavez streets — New Tepeyac, District del Sol. We are the...