Silverheels

2015

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.

Photograph

2015

The photo had sat on the windowsill for the last twenty years. It had borne the sun’s ultraviolet tentacles until they sucked the ink from each pore. The image was that of the first child, a promise of greatness and potential to be cultivated.

TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, January 19 – Sunday, January 25, 2015

2015

Even though the Saint Paul Winter Carnival is creeping up on us, our atmosphere is making its march toward spring. How is this? The calendar still says “January."

Cold

2015

The midnight sky is bright with the light of new snow. Rooftops have gone missing.

January 28th 2015: Jessica Lopez Lyman presents “Crossing the Blue Wall” at the Lowertown Reading Jam

2015

The “blue wall” is the impervious police/military state that brings destruction and injustice. Recently, we have seen resistance to the violence of the blue wall in the United States through the Black Lives Matter movement springing forth in Ferguson, New York, Oakland, and other places across the country.

TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, January 12, – Sunday, January 18, 2015

2015

I’m looking for a winter escape. I am not a snowbird, nor am I likely to find the space for a sunny vacation in an alternative climate. Alternative states of mind and heart are easily at hand.

Why We Love Our City

2015

New York? It’s nothing. Saint Paul is more stunning. No other city can compete.

Of Arthur “Chan” McWatt (March 10, 1926–April 3, 2012)

2015

Saint Paul recently lost one of its most sterling examples of what it means to be a responsible, useful, and compassionate citizen. That individual was Arthur Chandler McWatt.

Home Is Knowing the Path to Her Door

2015

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.”

Park Two

2015

What’s this park named?” Owen asked as he clambered up wooden steps. My wife and I glanced at each other and shrugged.

Graphic Memoir

2015

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.

Deliverance

2015

Rain obstructs the windows And scatters the light from street lamps Into illuminated circles on the sidewalk.