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Seeing Red
I am heartbroken…. I have called Minnesota “home” my entire life. And there is something remarkably strange about knowing your life is occurring in a place and time that will one day be depicted within history books. Some days I wake up to a silence that holds all the promise and possibility of normalcy, and…
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Silent: Listen by Another Name
I had no way of knowing what awaited us. Unwittingly, with our recent residential move, we traded in a constancy of sound for a sentinel of silence. During our first few days in the new house, I often found myself passing a whole hour within its void. The presence of absence felt pervasive, and my…
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Home and Away
It was just before 5am and the natural light outside was barely enough for my eyes to train in on the upper right corner of our entryway soffit. I opened the front door about three and a half inches and cast a wary look upon the slumbering waspitality suite that had been built so skillfully…
