Minnesotans wake up in the dark to shovel our sidewalks before going to work. And then we shovel our neighbors’ too. We bundle up and bike through blizzards. We wear the frigid cold like chilly badges of honor. We’ve learned how to endure the unimaginable without losing our softness.
But how much tragedy can one city take? How can our hearts keep breaking like this?
In the past decade, Minnesotans have suffered loss stacked on loss. Places we now carry differently in our bodies, and names we speak reverently:…