Minneapolis

Minneapolis and I go way back to 1989, when Mick and I got our first Apartment in Uptown. I used to take the bus downtown for my travel agent job. I have countless memories of the city. I always felt safe there. We moved 5 years later. Though I didn't visit often, I held it dear. Then, 31 years later—ouch, that number!—Minneapolis and I parted ways in 2020 after the George Floyd riots, which happened on Mick's mail route. Driving through the neighborhood after, and hearing his stories, it felt like a whole different place, not the Minneapolis I remembered. I've learned that part of healing is making new memories in places where I have bad ones. It took five years, but I finally made it back to Minneapolis, and new memory with the Stanley Whitney exhibit. His loose grid of COLORS were a JOY for this quilt, afghan, patchwork loving girl. Learning that he donated to the George Floyd memorial fund made it even better!


Full disclosure: this was a moment of creative sober magic. I only showed up!