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...
City Critters in Saint Paul

City Critters in Saint Paul

Wildlife thrives in Saint Paul. This morning, I roused two Red Tailed Hawks feeding on Mouse in my backyard. They flew off over our neighborhood community garden and disappeared beyond the rooftops. Hawks are frequently seen perched atop light posts along the I-94...
Home Is Knowing the Path to Her Door

Home Is Knowing the Path to Her Door

I laughed out loud when Bobbie finally confided to me the thought that struck her when she first heard my voice on the phone: “Oh, Lord. Another white woman looking for a Black care provider for her Black child.” Little did she know that I was a Southern-born,...
Graphic Memoir

Graphic Memoir

THE ARTIST PATRICIA OWEN worked for the Peace Corps in Senegal. “They give you a mission, and when you get there, you find one for yourself. I decided to teach the villagers how to save seeds. They do now.” One bad day, her dogs were killed. It seemed to bother only...
Deliverance

Deliverance

Rain obstructs the windows And scatters the light from street lamps Into illuminated circles on the sidewalk. A woman inside closes her curtains, Filmy and white, Her silhouette visible behind them. She looks at the droplets through the film and slowly opens her...
A Misty Dream of Glacial Saint Paul

A Misty Dream of Glacial Saint Paul

For the past few summers, I have led geology tours around the Twin Cities for community education courses. The tours usually involve features such as caves, springs, and waterfalls. One of the big local geology stories is the upstream retreat of the waterfalls at the...