Monroe Street, the Northeast Minneapolis street on which I grew up. A lot happen on Monroe, very wide range of living, from being a ten year old attending school for the first time ever to a nineteen year old hearing the first ‘I love you’ from a guy. A lot of growing up. The house…… Continue reading “On Monroe Street”
I hate this question. It would seem like an easy question to answer but it gets me every time whether in social settings or professional. A first blog post is suppose to tell you, the reader, all about myself right? Where does one start when they have to tell people about themselves? When I was 18 or…… Continue reading “So tell me a little about yourself?”
On Monroe Street 