Editor’s Note: Often we don’t understand our mothers until we reach the autumn of our lives. We treasure what we can now see. *** It took me many years to realize that my parents weren’t perfect. Especially my mother. Growing up, my mother would curl and braid my hair. She had long tender fingers. This time…
Editor’s Note: Addie asks how we are to get through another dark Minnesota winter? Her January paintings and fiber art exhibit “Light in Darkness” at 125 Live in Rochester provides the light to brighten and open our awareness. *** What I create is a menuOf Visual mealsDrawn from my hungerAnd the fruits of my neighborhood.—Addie…
Friends come in all types: a person sitting on a park bench, a train, or in a waiting room can share deep feelings. This short-term friendship carries anonymity with it that can open people up. Sometimes these are memorable experiences that last. Moving around from place to place during our work years, we met many…
In my junior year of college, I found an opportunity as a foreign exchange student to spend a semester in Denmark. I was part of a large group of exchange students that traveled to Copenhagen in January of 1973. My International Politics class was a required class. It was held in a large auditorium…
