You can reach me at nickcolemanmn@gmail.com
I am a career journalist and life-long Minnesotan whose ancestors came to the Minnesota River Valley as refugees from The Great Hunger in Ireland before Minnesota was a state, and who later settled in St. Paul, which now is overrun with Colemans.
I have six great kids, three of whom are grown, with three more in the St Paul public schools, a wife who is the best writer I know, and a sense of outrage and a thirst for justice that I received from my Old Man, my feisty mother, Bridgie, and from the Sisters of St Joseph of Carondelet, who taught me everything I needed to know when I was growing up in the West Seventh Street area of St. Paul, in St James parish, where the stained glass windows were devoted to The Beatitudes and where the biggest ones featured Christopher Columbus and Archbishop John Ireland. I thought they stood next to the throne. I am still a Catholic, or rather, still a bad Catholic.
I am OK with that.
If you want to know more about my journalism background, you can find it here.
I love St Paul, and I love Minnesota, and I don’t like what some people are trying to do to them.
That’s why I write.