From our friends at Tweed Museum in Duluth, the June issue of Minnesota Women's Press on display as part of its exhibit “In Solidarity: Revolutionary Women of Print.”
From our friends at Tweed Museum in Duluth, the June issue of Minnesota Women's Press on display as part of its exhibit “In Solidarity: Revolutionary Women of Print.”

On Ice

I feel safe as I take in the biting cold air of the figure skating rink. From the ages of nine until 30, my alarm clock would sound at 4:30 am. Rising before dawn, I would don my skating attire: tights, layers of lycra and fleece, topped off with a warm jacket, hat, and gloves. This is the uniform of a competitive skater. I wore it proudly for decades until I hung up my skates as a professional coach in 2010. Yet, still, the pungent smell of Zamboni fumes brings me home. The sight of the morning sun rising from my resting spot in the hockey box brings me home. The motion of my body gliding through space feels like home. The long hours spent jumping, spinning, gliding, and carving out edges on the ice will always make the skating rink a sacred and safe space to me. — Leah

Grandma's House

I had a difficult childhood growing up in Minneapolis. My safe place was all the way in Milwaukee, where my grandma lived. I'd take the train to spend spring breaks with her. For that one week, I knew I was free to be a kid. I keep her photograph on my desk. Her warm smile comforts me still.  — Anne Curtin

Proactively Seeking a Support System

I came to Minnesota from Nigeria to fulfill my mother’s dream for me of getting a good education. I was going to be an excellent student and would have many friends. I started well, and I was doing well in my academics. I tried to make friends, which did not work for me. I did all I could, attended events, joined organizations, and went to everything related to networking. I did not have a support system. I made only one friend in the end. I'm grateful for her.

I was ready to book my flight home, but my mother wanted me to earn my degree first. It was tough. I did not have enough to pay bills and rent. I struggled until I graduated. Non-citizens hardly get any financial aid, or jobs due to visa restrictions.

Graduating was the biggest deal for me because I had fulfilled the dreams of my mother. I was happy that she got to watch it live on video, even though she could not make it in person.

I would be honest to say I still have not found my people. I do create my own space. I make myself happy and remind myself that I am worthy of all the opportunities that America has given me. My space is where I am at the moment. Home is where we make it.— Oluwatobi Oluwagbemi

The Art of the Blank Slate

Many years ago, a guided meditation led by a well-known local psychic soothingly told us when we went “home” we could/would/should. . . I don’t remember the suggestion.

I immediately began sniveling. I had just left my marriage and my home. Only a few weeks before, in this very same college room, I had been attending my 25th reunion class gathering. Now life was empty — a void.

My next impression was being totally held by love emanating from the group. In only moments I realized that I am always at home no matter where I am. Life is always a blank slate — we are the artists. — Barbara Vaile

Puget Sound

As a child I visited my aunt on Puget Sound, and the whole house and land felt like home instantly. When she died, I met her daughter/my cousin, and we went to my aunt's home and we cooked together for the rest of our family. It was as if I had lived there for years. Everything was where I would have placed it, both in her kitchen and in her office/library. I felt very safe and comforted, despite the distance from home and the sadness of her death. — Jane Wicherski


Working for yourself, or working remotely from your company or team can be very isolating. I need the energy of other people being creative and productive. I feel at home at The Commons, where I have my ‘tribe’ of coworkers — others in the same situation as me, working side by side, but not for the same company or clients. It is my work-home, and helps me to separate my home-home from my work life. No competition, no office politics. Just great people who care about me, support me, and cheer me on. — Peggy Stefan