The wind whipped up and over the concrete bridge, the arctic winds carrying the honking geese flying south above us. A rain drop hit my face. And then another. The anticipated winter storm was on its way. I linked arms with the woman standing next to me, giving her a squeeze, and she squeezed back.… Read More What I saw at Standing Rock
When I was in elementary school in Fargo, North Dakota, we had an ice skating rink in the winter half the size of a football field. As soon as the ice froze we would spend every gym class training for our class Olympics-slash-Christmas party. Mr. Smith would make us skate drills, practice stopping, and we would… Read More Thank you for the sexist comments!