my gardening story
My gardening story is full of happiness, learning, and gratitude—but it begins with one of the worst experiences of my childhood. The summer before kindergarten, I suffered a severe concussion that left me hospitalized for…
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My gardening story is full of happiness, learning, and gratitude—but it begins with one of the worst experiences of my childhood. The summer before kindergarten, I suffered a severe concussion that left me hospitalized for…
Today, I found myself thinking about Richard Sondah, someone I worked with during my years as executive director of the Minnesota Coalition for the Homeless (MCH). Although we were no longer working closely together when…
Poverty sucks. And, as many of you know, I believe one of its cruelest forms is homelessness. Every night in Minnesota, thousands of people are excluded and forced to live with out a home. Children…
As this question notes, withholding forgiveness can function as a kind of self-harm. I just finished reading, The How of Happiness, by Sonja Lyubomirsky. In it, she points to a substantial body of research showing that…
1. When I eat food from my garden, I am eating responsibly. 2. When I am in my garden, I feel at peace. 3. The diversity and quality of tastes of food from my garden…
Some people say America will never end poverty. I think that reflects a defeatist view of history. Poverty is not a fixed concept. While there may always be people whom we classify as poor, the…
Mr. Bobo is a breakdancing wizard. Pictured here, you can see some of the Gang gather as he prepares to do a head spin to Harold Faltermeyer's primo 80's hit, "Axel F." Everyone is chanting,…
Six and a half years ago, I experienced a severe episode of Depression and Anxiety. Since then, much of my emotional energy has been spent trying to claw my way back to the person I…
A few weeks ago, I shared that my puppy Franco and I take long walks every Saturday and Sunday morning. We use that time to solve the world's problems—or, more accurately, I try to solve…
I value good government and good government services provided on the local, state, and federal level. There are many times I've relied on government, and it was there. I am proud to help pay for…
Low self-esteem paired with anxiety is a miserable combination. Because of those anxiety-shaped thought patterns, I frequently call myself stupid—out loud at home and under my breath in public. I blow my mistakes out of…
This morning one of my Facebook friends asked what people thought about the phrase "culture of poverty."nThe responses have been thoughtful, passionate, and at times painful. I'm grateful she asked the question because the phrase…
In astronomy, a black hole is a place where gravity becomes so overwhelming that nothing escapes—not matter, not light. Space and time collapse into one another. Lately, I've come to think that's one of the…
Last week, I knocked on one of my neighbors' windows. They opened it, and I asked, "Want some salad tonight? I've got more lettuce than my belly can handle." "Uh, yeah!" came the reply. So…
The mental health medication cocktail I've relied on for the past several years to keep me “normal” has stopped working. That sucks. But I also know this is often part of life for people who…
I hate it when anxiety freezes my mind. It's as though my brain transforms from a functioning—sometimes even joyful—organ into a block of concrete: frozen, immobilized, locked in a hyper-defensive posture, preparing for an attack…
Imagine you are moments away from being born. You have no idea who your parents will be. You don't know whether you'll be born into wealth or poverty. You have no say over the country,…
When you think of "home," what comes to mind? What memories surface first? Those are two of the questions I've been asking scores of people over the past several months as part of a project…