Commentary

Nearly all of us are working, yet most of us seem to be worse off than ever. Why?

We just have to come and answer the call to fend off the male. “Nobody pimps my sister. Everybody is my sister.”

I will soon turn 66. I had thought that by this age, I would mostly be doing the two things

I have refused to compromise on my autonomy. I choose to fight every day for the life that I have built in Minnesota. It has been a choice to embrace and love my existence as a disabled person, exactly as is.

When it comes to behavioral change, and beliefs, this is not simply a Greater Minnesota challenge, nor a Minnesota challenge — it is a national challenge. It is THE challenge of our time. How do we find our way back to each other and to the values that connect us?

Particularly in policing, but in every facet of civic life, what we need is to recenter the forming of partnerships as the heart of the activity, as both the means and the end.

Where can I find that same genuine joy that 12-year-old me felt when she discovered her hips?

It is rare for women who have graduated from the program to return to prison.

Last spring, I was aboard a student research vessel with fellow college students to conduct research projects that ranged from phytoplankton studies to plastics and biological surveys.

The bodies of women and people who were assigned female at birth (AFAB) are considered commodities in the United States, objects that are able to be bought or sold.

It is really important to see invisible work that is done by women to hold societies together, to hold communities together. It is embarrassing to live in the United States and still have poor representation in Congress, poor representation in our business community.

Why can’t we reward and celebrate the people who seek help?