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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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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…
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Playing Catch
Like a pop foul ball that no one tried to catch, his words arced and landed with a quiet thump between them. After a long weekend of working an art show attended by defended and disengaged art viewers, the arrival of an eager and unlikely inquiry felt like medicine for Ken’s beleaguered creative spirit. “What…
