Rebuild Minnesota immigrant communities and businesses

I’ve long been of the mind that my own soul is derived from within me, has been and continues to be written—and revised—on a daily basis, by my own hand and my own actions. Each of us is every day given an opportunity to write that soul story, which I take to mean the expansion of the feeling of whatever it is that my heart is capable of feeling.

There are a lot of people doing good out there right now. Look in the mirror and you might see one. The site of Alex Pretti's murder The writing I’ve always most identified with has been writing that originates in and is guided by the heart, writing that feels like the someone who wrote it was feeling something when they wrote it.

As thousands of Minnesotans marched in protest of ICE in subzero temps, big business leaders drafted a milquetoast PR message of nothingness, Adam Overland writes.

A dozen years ago, I posted a picture on Facebook of two city workers in safety vests using blowtorches to heat asphalt for pothole repairs on the streets of Minneapolis, streets that crack and heave in the frigid winter temperatures in a neverending battle against mother nature. This year, on Friday, Jan. 23, I gathered in downtown Minneapolis with about 40,000 others in what was claimed as the first general strike in America in 80 years.

Rotisserie coffinFor some reason Costco takes only Visa For goods from a goat to six pizzas You can pay them in cash But who has such a stash For a coffin and 10 pounds of cheese, uhh I was at Costco the other day, and yes, they do have entire goats in the freezer. I go to the Costco Business Center in Northeast Minneapolis; they don’t have quite everything you need (similar to Aldi, where you can save a fortune on most of your list, then get gouged for the rest elsewhere), but the crowds are manageable.

First, the most important part of this piece is at the end. Go there now. Second, last weekend at Powderhorn Park in Minneapolis, I attended the protest/memorial for Renee Good who was murdered by the United States government in Minneapolis. It was my third time protesting in my 48 years, my third also within the last eight months. It was the first time I made a sign, although in truth, all I did was think of a couple slogans (friends made them), one of which was “

Happy New Year, everyone. May you find joy, and may you give joy. As for me, my resolution is to make no more resolutions. Here is the last poem of 2025 (a good year for poems). I am tired of being a striving person For whom I am never enough I want to be a person for whom  Just me is good enough 

As 2026 rolls in, you will never be the you that you were before you left for wherever it was that you went.

2025 was not, overall, a terrible year for me, though I know that it has been for so many. One of the benefits of keeping a blog is that you can look back on it (as well as the writings you didn’t make public) and review your life, like a glorified diary (though little glory, at that). If you’re like me, you might otherwise be prone to look on the dark side of things and conveniently forget the rest.