ABOUT

My mother sometimes reminded me that I was born with my eyes wide open and that I learned to run before I learned to walk. Born in 1958, I am the oldest of six children and a Baby Boomer. A Libra born in the Chinese year of the Dog and the Indigenous month of the Raven, I was always sensitive to injustice and easily seduced by idealism. Learning to value the ground under my feet and to respect my pragmatic brothers and sisters has been a lifelong endeavor. Understanding when to fight and when to walk away has always been challenging, but the question has always mattered to me.
Raised on Minneapolis’ Northside in a Catholic blue collar community, I learned that faith and hard work went hand-in-hand. I attended St. Bridget School for eight years and was influenced by the Benedictine sisters who embraced the progressive spirit of the 1960s as they championed the civil rights Movement, Vatican II moral teachings, and opposed the war in Vietnam. My father owned his own barber shop and worked six days a week while he also served as a church trustee and volunteered his time to serve the poor at various Catholic organizations. My mother also volunteered at the school and at church while keep up with household chores and interests of her children. She took work at a local clinic when I was in college. Like many of my generation and Catholic blue collar background, my youth was a time to learn all about delayed gratification, responsibility, cooperation, service to others, the beauty of rituals, and the necessity of respecting the dignity of each person regardless of their color, income, family situation, age, or religion.