Author: Tim Johnson

  • Light, Darkness and a Path to Peace

    Light, Darkness and a Path to Peace

    Building Community Most of us have a complicated relationship with darkness and light. When I was a child, we loved playing flashlight tag on the…

  • Persistence

    Persistence

    Building Community  Prudence would suggest finding a comfortable chair in a comfortable spot, and let younger, healthier members shoulder the responsibility of hosting this event…

  • Hidden culture that shapes our lives

    Hidden culture that shapes our lives

    Building Community Tim Johnson – columnist It was just a single finger. We raised it when someone passed by on the country road in front…

  • Building Community: Tell Me More

    Building Community: Tell Me More

    “Tell me more.”  Just three words.  How hard can they be to say?  “Tell me more.”  It seems like they should slip off one’s tongue with…

  • Building an Antiracist Community Breathing the Same Air

    Building an Antiracist Community Breathing the Same Air

    Staying inside on a beautiful summer day because the air is unsafe to breathe is no small thing for those of us in the North Country…

  • Grandpa: An identity to celebrate

    Grandpa: An identity to celebrate

    Building an Antiracist Community By Tim Johnson As we heard the joyous news that our grandson had been born, I knew I had no qualms or…

  • Transgender fear and white supremacy Culture

    Transgender fear and white supremacy Culture

    Building an Antiracist Community Transgender fear and white supremacy Culture   The transition from Carl to Catherine unfolded slowly, one small step at a time. Sitting…

  • Spiders and the Hierarchy of Caste

    Spiders and the Hierarchy of Caste

    Building an Antiracist Community By Tim Johnson   We called him Spider. He was thin and gangly, not unlike many spiders, particularly the one most familiar to…

  • Woke and aware

    Woke and aware

    Building an Antiracist Community Woke and aware Growing up in a small rural Minnesota town, there was little that gave me reason to consider the lives…