Hearing Native Voices

Scaffold In May 2017, I stood behind a chain link fence that was covered with protest notices. “Shame on you”“Take it down”“There is no art in genocide”“Not art, not a game, not experience, not your story, not your family” Behind the fence, in the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden, workers were putting the finishing touches to a… Continue reading Hearing Native Voices

Russia in Minneapolis

A strange thing happened as I was jogging around a lake a few days before the 2016 US presidential election. In my November 1, 2016 post I wrote: A diminutive older woman was trying to catch my attention. She announced proudly in a Russian accent that she was voting for the Republican candidate for President. “Very… Continue reading Russia in Minneapolis

Taking It to the Streets

It took an invitation from a friend for us to do it. Last week, Dwight and I found ourselves picking up trash from a main drag that runs through our neighborhood. All the way back to childhood, I’m grateful for friends appealing to my better instincts. Sometimes appeals to people’s worst instincts are strong motivators.… Continue reading Taking It to the Streets

Cuban Art

Explored Cuban art at the Walker Art Center: subtle resistance to the official line; inspiration to resist when our leaders are wrong.

Our Family

Cycled home from Downtown today, past this graffiti. Felt grateful Medicaid kicked in when my father-in-law needed it most.