The Wind And The Waves

I don’t know anything about windsurfing. To be honest, I’d never heard of it until I came to Worthington. In Bemidji, my hometown, lakes are as common as puddles, but there isn’t much wind. The novelty of Worthington’s windiness wore off on my very first visit in early February. The snow blew so hard I…
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Driving Home

This week, for the first time since I moved to Worthington, I’m headed north to my hometown of Bemidji, MN. It’s a business trip for me — I’ll be meeting with editors of the Bemidji newspaper — but after my work is finished I plan to stick around for the weekend, staying with my parents,…
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Painting And Philosophy

Yesterday was a painting day for me. I bought new brushes and taped a sheet of brown paper to my kitchen table. A few discarded plastic lids served as palettes. My paint tubes had been neglected for far too long, and I took a few minutes to select colors before I started in. I am…
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Car Trouble

My car and I have been through a lot. Of repair shops, that is. Charlotte, affectionately called Charlie, is a ’92 Oldsmobile with a splashy personality. Sure, her windows only roll down every other day. Sometimes she shuts down at intersections, and sometimes when I press the gas pedal the engine doesn’t engage. Her doors…
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Tiny Victories

They always show up at night. I just got home, I’m tired, I’m ready to sleep. I flip on the lights in my bedroom and something runs away. It doesn’t matter that it’s so small I can barely see it unless it moves. It doesn’t matter that I am faster, stronger and much, much taller.…
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