2020: The year of tears
Apparently, my family on my Dad’s side is known for the ability to cry tears of joy. But this year, the year of the pandemic, I discovered another ability. I can cry in my sleep.
Kris Potter
On turning 60 — and enduring a pandemic that focuses its eyes on ‘60 and up’
I wake up startled with that special brain, my gut, wrenched. It’s not just fear for me and mine. It is a primal fear for everyone.
At the campgrounds, Americans unite
I’m pretty sure each campground we have stayed in includes Republicans, Democrats, Independents and Greens. But out in the open air, we are completely united with our love of this piece of land that we call the United States of America.
When the republic pollutes the personal
I’ve been thinking: It’s been a great summer. Coffee on patios, conversation with friends, family, peers. But talks that usually would focus on the Minnesota art of “catching up” have routinely devolved into a review of what is happening in our country.
