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Brought up in Minnesota and Wisconsin in the 1950s and 1960s when those states were economically liberal and socially conservative, with a very homogenous population. My father was a Lutheran pastor in the days when churches felt that they had to keep their clergy humble and poor, so we often lived on canned goods at the end of the month.
Growing up in an affluent suburb on a low income was hard, but in retrospect it was a gift, because we had to gain satisfaction in other ways. I became an avid reader and explorer of music.
I attended a Lutheran college that is known among Lutheran colleges (and even nationally these days) for its sense of social responsibility. This was the Vietnam War era, and the school was experimenting with things like reaching out to nearby urban Native American and immigrant communities, placing students in internships in community organizations, and holding classes in prisons where half the students were prisoners and half were regular students from the campus.
I went to graduate school at Cornell and Yale, and since I was an impoverished student for about nine years, I never got into the whole Martha Stewart-like shtick that so many of my contemporaries got into. At the age of thirty, I had never owned real furniture, and I bought a used car at the age of 29 only because I had taken a temporary teaching job in a rural area.
My year in Japan was another pivotal experience. I lived in a one-room apartment with no central heating, but it was one of the richest and most unforgettable years of my life.
After three years of struggle, which were NOT happy years, since I would have been on the streets if it weren't for my parents, I began getting real teaching jobs.
The most financially comfortable years of my life were some of the most miserable, because I was stuck in a town that I hated among colleagues with whom I didn't have much in common.
In 1993, I lost my last teaching job and became a free-lance editor and translator. In order to save money, I moved to Portland and gave up my car. For ten years, I didn't own one. Fortunately, Portland's enviable transit system made this easy.
In 2003, I realized that Portland no longer worked for me on a personal level, and I knew I needed to relocate. Since I didn't want to relocate to a city where I knew no one, my two choices were Tokyo and Minneapolis. However, I couldn't figure out an affordable way to qaulify for a visa as a free-lancer, so Minneapolis it was.
I currently live in an apartment in a neighborhood that is like a village, containing a natural foods co-op, four restaurants, a locally owned hardware store, a bakery, a locally-owned coffee shop, a public library, an organic butcher shop, and a vitamin/supplement store. I'm on a bus line to downtown and a major shopping mall, but bus service here is so poor that I've been forced to drive. Fortunately, I was able to take over an otherwise unused old car from my mother and stepfather. Since I drive as little as possible, I hope it will last a long time.
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