Place is defined by the stories we tell, and each place has a story that must be told.
In my fear, I was convinced that if I could amass a group of Black women, the sight of us would bring this dangerously behaving man to his senses.
During the pandemic I began seeing even more potential in fragments, particularly as they reflect the innately feminist act of finding the whole in the part.
This is derived from “35 Years of Minnesota Women.“
“Your life of luxury is about to end. I heard we’re getting a new resident today.”
As winter approaches, and the challenges of a year like no other continue to test us, we look for comfort wherever we can find it.
I began to write, and reach out to, and speak up for those who share dark experiences.
“What people look like … is the visible cue to their caste. It is the historic flash card to the public of how they are to be treated, where they are expected to live, what kinds of positions they are expected to hold…”
They remind me that I am not alone — that I am living in space and time with individuals who have survived the unimaginable, who believe still in the goodness of people, and the value of being alive.
“If we can shift the paradigm then we can change the culture and the inheritance that the coming generation gets.” — Luisah Teish
In 2009, I was dragged into a new reality — one in which restoring Minnesota’s Northwoods to its historical grandeur is not possible due to the state’s fast-warming climate.
In this time of isolation, I have been reminded how lucky we are to have books that introduce us to