You must have to be a patient and forgiving sort to live near Roseau, on Minnesota’s northern border. People there have to put up with things we non-border people take for granted. The freedom to move around America, for example.
It took an around-the-country trip by a California teacher to tell me something about my adopted state that I didn’t know. There’s an airport in Minnesota on which a runway spans two countries, surrounded by some unwelcoming feds. Read more →
If there was a nuclear core of my childhood, it was probably the Woolworth’s store on Main Street in my hometown, which sat next to a W.T. Grant, which was across the street from an S.S. Kresge.
My home milltown had a vibrant downtown and if you were a kid with a couple of pennies, which you might have lifted from your mother’s purse and still won’t say out loud, you headed for Woolworth’s. Read more →
Ilhan Omar’s victory over Phyllis Kahn in the DFL primary is the kind of story that seems to resonate with Minnesota voters, just like Mee Moua, another trailblazing woman who has a similar story. Read more →
There was a lot of sentimentality as I browsed social networks on Wednesday night during President Barack Obama’s speech to the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, which naturally allowed me to think about how I’ll remember the last eight years. Read more →
Unable to reconcile all of this on the question, I’m comfortable dropping the phrase in recognition that it can obscure a more important point: we’ve been really good at killing innocent people in this country for a long, long time. Read more →
People are attaching love notes to a Cottonwood tree, that’s stood sentry by the side of Minnesota Highway 7/U.S. Highway 59 longer than almost every Minnesotan has lived. But it will not live much longer, apparently. Read more →