No More Time
Everyone who could have done something, didn’t. And I’ve watched Minneapolis burn for three straight days as a result. Try as I might, the only thing I can come up with is they earned what they’re getting.
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Author: Billy Reeder
How’s Your Momma?
Floods. Fires. Droughts. Sickness. It’s understood that help isn’t coming from anywhere but within. This is the way it’s always been. We know that we are largely forgotten by the rest of the world. We shoulder the heaviness instead of avoiding it. We endure together.
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A Ghost on The Black River
That which we call family isn’t so much a tree as it is a confluence of tributaries flowing into a common river. Those tributaries carry culture, genetics, reputation, damage, pride and other unknown specters flowing beneath the surface of those muddy waters.
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A Lonely Cry from the Middle
I keep waiting for Teddy Roosevelt to rise from the grave and run for re-election.
Read MoreWatershed: Episode 3, Angels and Demons
It’s easy to discount or demonize the other as long as you’re looking at them from a distance. It’s much harder to do when you’re looking them in the eye.
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