So much creation

I was at Art-A-Whirl this weekend and walked away thinking simply this: People can make really cool things. View this post on Instagram People can make really cool things. #artawhirl #mpls #makemore A post shared by Brent (@heybrentlove) on May 21, 2016 at 7:16pm PDT There’s a universe in this paper weight. There are fireworks in Josie Lewis’s resin blocks. View this post on Instagram #clay #plasticine #artresin #godseye #wip #petrifiedfireworks A post shared by Josie Lewis (@josielewisart) on Mar 12, 2016 at 3:29pm PST There’s a world of moth llamas and bears with typewriters in DC Ice’s paintings View…

Lavender Cover Boys

On Friday morning at 6:45am Charlie and I left the house wrapped up in sweaters and a thrill of excitement. Our photographer, Melissa, emailed us well in advance about submitting our wedding photos to Lavender Magazine’s annual wedding issue. Honestly, I think I missed the email. (I’m bad at personal emails.) But Charlie is not. So when he told me about the email that said we were on the cover, I nearly dropped my dinner. “Like, you and me?” I asked. “Yes, babe. You and me. On the cover. Isn’t that crazy?” “That’s insane. What? What picture are they going to use?” “No idea.”…

I Found an Old Photograph

This photo has been haunting me:   I’ve had it hanging on the wall with other knickknacks, bits carried back from travels, mementos from home. This one is just a neighborhood trifle. I was biking last summer through Uptown on a Saturday just like this one when I saw the ratty sign of an “Estate Sale”. I followed it. Inside a strangers house, this photo was among hundreds strewn on a bed, laying like fallen leaves over an old satin bed cover. The room had been a woman’s. Her old hair curlers sat dustless on a pristine vanity made fragile…

ice

I am right now that (hopefully) forgivable blogger cliche, the writer who pledges to write and disappears from the web. I haven’t written in two months. You haven’t met my Minnesota friends. You haven’t experienced the coming winter. You didn’t come with me to get lost in that small town corn maze or stare wide-eyed with my sister and I at the crazy screamers throwing rice into the air at the midnight showing of Rocky Horror. You missed a lot. I’m sorry. I take walks often around the lake by my building. I don’t remember ever seeing a lake frozen…

first saturday morning

My first Saturday morning in Minneapolis. One full week at the American Refugee Committee under my belt. This included reengaging American work culture (Microsoft Outlook is frightening and in general I feel like Lucy with her chocolates conveyor belt), getting to know a lot of new friends, enjoying Somali food for the first time, starting to learn my fourth language (Hdg ban ah’hai! I am a star!), and learning that my new workplace is one that matches my soul. My imagination is running wild with plans for my new apartment (moving in a week from Monday!), plans to make even…