The Ford Bridge

The Ford Bridge

As a forbidden summer activity, we enjoyed swimming at the Ford Bridge over the Mississippi River between Minneapolis and Saint Paul. We would leave our clothes at the base of one of the columns on the Minneapolis side, crawl up on the concrete arches until we were...
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...
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...
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...
Silverheels

Silverheels

It was my mom’s first marriage proposal. At eight, she was the older woman. George was only six. After hasty consideration, Mom turned him down. As she explained to her mother, she couldn’t marry George. He liked carrots. She didn’t. Mom and George lived across Watson...