Author: Sari Gordon

  • Hu Are You?

    About twenty years ago I had a spiritual awakening. Actually, it was more like a little chat. I was lying on a hospital bed, staring out the window. “Okay, I’m willing to believe you’re out there,” I said to the steam coming out of the sewer in front of St. Mary’s, “if you’ll help me…

  • The Bookstore is Dead

    Now that it’s closing time at Ruminator Books, some faithful readers may be seen staggering around in front of the locked doors, willing to go anywhere for a fix except those literary sports bars, Barnes & Noble and Borders. Like drunks, they want their medicine straight up with no straws or umbrellas. They like to…

  • Message in a Bottle

    Selling water in Wayzata would be like selling beer in Baraboo. How then to explain the one thousand people who streamed into Wayzata Community Church the other day to hear a lecture called “The Hidden Messages of Water”? The pews were brimming and the ushers tersely redirected latecomers to folding chairs spilling out into the…

  • My Word!

    Jeff Mihelich is blind. He is also gay. He also enjoys going to the theater, the Guthrie and Patrick’s Cabaret being among his favorites. For a blind and gay man to actually see a play called Puppetry of the Penis, well, that would be like hitting the trifecta, right? That’s what Mihelich thought when he…

  • A Sight for Queer Eyes

    Kyan Douglas from Queer Eye For The Straight Guy was due to appear, but he was a half-hour late. The regulars at Boom, the chic gay bar in Nordeast, nonchalantly settled into shiny silver perches around the bar. A few had dinner while the bartender confirmed and poured their usual drinks. Even with a twenty-five…