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Before running for mayor consumed all my time, I would take miles-long walks around Minneapolis. Whether I needed to put the finishing touches on a sermon or think through a thorny issue in my community work, walking has always connected and focused me.
As I walked through our city, I could see all the small kindnesses that make Minneapolis so special — the cookouts in the courtyards of apartment buildings, bikers chatting as they crossed the river, neighbors shoveling each others’ sidewalks. But I could also see where our city is hurting: unhoused neighbors in encampments, people struggling with addiction or mental health challenges, neighborhoods that have been left behind.
But above all, I saw care and support. People in Minneapolis truly care for our neighbors, our neighborhoods and our city.
Care for community has always been central for me. I was born in Mississippi as the 15th and youngest child of a minister and a kindergarten teacher. They cared deeply for their community and their community cared for them — so much so that they were able to send all 15 of their children to college.
I went to Howard University, where I met my future husband, Kareem, then spent 20 years on Capitol Hill working with Democratic leadership on health care, education and transportation. I’m proud of the work I did at a national level, but I eventually felt disconnected from the communities I cared about.
So I left that work and became a minister, which led me here, to Minneapolis, to a 2SLGBTQ+ church on 31st Street and Park Avenue called All God’s Children. I fell in love with our city, and I did what I’ve always done: I got to work.