We must stop being played



This week’s  presidential tweet aimed at Senator Gillibrand makes me yearn for “Once upon a time” when Donald Trump was a television celebrity and wasn’t our Tweeter-in-Chief.

Frankly I find his latest effort of presidential shame tweeting involving powerful women sad.

Once upon a time in towns and cities across America  little girls were told to be nice, don’t fight, or get angry.  They were told heaven forbid don’t make waves–or question a male authority figure– because honey it’s a man’s world.

Back in the not too distant past girls were taught early on that boys grow up to rule the world. Girls grow up to help make their future husband a success.

Women have made inroads since I first read story books to my child that began with the phrase, Once Upon a Time.  We have become CEO’s, ranking officers in the military and successes in dozens of other professions once thought to be man’s work.

We are slowly seeing women move up the ranks to fill seats in local, county and national government. We are also joining forces and building coalitions to raise and resolve serious issues impacting our families, friends and neighbors.

Many of us have married men who believe we are their equal.  They are men who also believe their wives and daughters have every right to take a seat at the table of power.  Yet every day I am reminded there are still  men in power who  draw and redraw the line that women must not cross.

Scrolling through Twitter since Donald Trump won the presidency— it’s hard to miss his  attacks against the news media, our sports figures and our women lawmakers.  If fear mongering were a talent, the President would win bigly on America’s got talent.  We must stop being played.





Finding my voice

On Friday morning I will get on the bus for a long trip to Washington D.C. to participate in the Women’s March.  I look forward to finding my voice after a long career as a journalist.


For 40 years I have refrained from voicing my opinions  on the stories I  covered as a journalist. I lived by a simple rule shared by thousands of journalists; find the truth and tell the truth –in a fair and unbiased fashion.

I left my position as a television news anchor and reporter in Duluth, Minnesota at the end of 2016.  I am  now eager to find my voice, develop my skills as a community activist and learn how to support the issues that I feel are essential to maintain our hard fought rights and freedoms.

On election night 2016 I reported in a fair and un-biased fashion the results of the presidential race while holding  back my personal feelings. Now for the first time in decades I am free to share with your that my heart was broken that night.  When I woke up the next morning I was praying that the outcome of the election was just a bad dream.  But the reality remains that Mr. Trump will be sworn in as our 45th President on the same day I will find myself on a bus with dozens of women traveling to our nation’s capitol.

A Trump presidency scares me, the current majority in congress scares me.  As a woman and a mom my fear is not for myself.  My fear is reserved for our future generations and my friends and family who are being threatened with the loss of health care.  I fear the loss of the right to  marry those we love and for our fragile environment  balancing on a razor’s edge.

Fear is a great motivator.  I will use it to find my voice.




A new chapter.

My last day in the anchor chair at KBJR 6 news in Duluth, Minnesota will be December 27, 2016.

I have had a front row seat, observing and reporting the news in the Northland. For that I will always be grateful.

I have had the opportunity to meet hundreds of wonderful folks who work, livemichelle-lee and play in this place we call home and share their stories with our viewers.

So many of my neighbors and friends have and continue to make a difference.  I have made it a goal to share their efforts with our viewers and I hope I haven’t let you down.

During my 33 years in the newsroom we have worked to understand our boom and bust economy, war and peace and the multiple changes in leadership in our local, state and federal governments.

It hasn’t been easy, we ruffled feathers and drew criticism along the way—that comes with the job.  But I can’t thing of a better one to occupy most of my adult life.

It has been an honor to work with dozens of bright and dedicated journalists who embrace the journalism code of ethics.  As WPR’s John Munson recently told me, and I am paraphrasing here; Our jobs are simple…we seek the truth and tell the truth.

I agree.

Our tools have has changed dramatically over the years.

From typewriters and teletypes to laptops and and the internet—from coffee fueled and cigarette smoke filled newsrooms to virtual newsrooms in the front seat of the news vans or an all night fast food joint—one thing remains constant; the story.

As I prepare to write the next chapter in my life, I am confident the next generation of storytellers will surpass our efforts.

The only certainty in life…is change. I look forward to writing the next chapter in my life.

Journalists never, ever retire—we just stop asking questions.

I didn’t get his name

He and his friend were parked at the curb. There was something about him, something familiar.   As I walked by them our  eyes met, I nodded and said hello.    I stopped and he rolled down the window.  How are you, I asked?  Not good, came his reply.

He told me about his dialysis at a local hospital, how all their earthly belongings are now carried in his car which they keep running to stay warm.  He pointed to the woman riding shotgun and told me how she was going to apply for unemployment and how they were checking Craig’s List for a place to live.

I asked whether the hospital’s social worker could help and he explained they offered assisted living, but she couldn’t be with him.  After 30 years or more they were not willing to separate.

They were both Native American. I asked about their affiliations with a tribe or band.  To far away he said…but they have friends locally who do what they can to help.  In this case, friends who didn’t turn them in for parking near the business.

Love or comfort?  He chose love.

Ours was a brief encounter on a lovely late summer afternoon in Northern Minnesota.  I was in a hurry to get to work. As I left them I promised to  send up a prayer for them.

Today, I am ashamed I didn’t do more than listen and pray. Ashamed that I didn’t get his name.


Out of the mainstream

Sometimes when journalists seek the truth it can be a difficult task.  But it is a task we willingly accept along with our title and one that is protected by the First Amendment of the Constitution.

I just read that there is an arrest warrant out for a journalist who has been covering breaking news in North Dakota.  “An arrest warrant has been issued in North Dakota for Democracy Now! host and executive producer Amy Goodman.”


There are many news sources to access. I will be adding new sources and I find them.

Here are some interesting links.


Native American News Source

Democracy Now

Cultural Exchange in Duluth, MN

Sept. 8th, 2016.

I love my new necklace purchased at AICHO Galleries today. It was made with love by talented artists from a community in the Andes. Inkas Nativo

-Ana Victoria Sarango
-Paulina Gonzalez
-Petrona Guaillas
Here’s a brief rundown of what happened today.

“A Colorful, cultural exchange took place in Duluth between Native American and Ecuadoran artists who share a passion for bead work.
Members of an indigenous women’s art cooperative, the artists from a community in the Andes have spent the past several days in the city speaking with local university students.
Today they visited with Anishinaabe bead artists at AICHO.
Conversations included celebrating indigenous arts, sharing stories about contemporary native pride and some of the shared challenges indigenous people face.
The artists live in a community in the Andes and are known internationally for their netted bead work.
The visit to Duluth was facilitated by UMD’s David Syring an anthropologist who has worked with the community for ten years.”14238339_10153956658227843_2559500182644230171_n


Note to my daughters in the newsroom

This post was originally published on my personal Facebook Page on Sep. 8, 2016.

Social media has blown up over the past 24 hours over a published comment regarding the clothing worn by a journalist while covering a news story in Minnesota. A local newspaper critic referenced the reporter’s wardrobe choice on the day she covered what perhaps was the biggest story of the year; the confession of the man who kidnapped and murdered Jacob Wetterling. The reporter, Jana Shortal is one of Minnesota’s best. She did her best work that day. Many reporters covering this story did. Unfortunately a pair of pants has now overshadowed that journalistic effort. News flash. Today, we do not require our story tellers to conform to a “perfect” look. Oh boy…back in the day we did! I remember shoulder pads, bow ties and the perfectly hair sprayed styles of the 70’s 80’s and 90’s women in broadcasting endured —to take a chair at the anchor desk along side our male counterparts. I also remember the hand written letters from viewers who felt compelled to write us—if our hair wasn’t perfect. I have a stack of them. They didn’t hesitate to call our news directors or stop us on the street to share their views.
I remember wearing a pair of glasses on air back in the 1980’s. A newspaper reviewer referenced my “goggles.”
Today as we bring the news to our viewers day in and out… we as women in the news business have earned the right to grow old, embrace our wrinkles or extra pounds or wear the clothes that make us feel good in our skin as long as it doesn’t impact the way we perform our jobs. We can do this and stay true to our craft. My advice? Get the facts, deliver them in a clear and concise fashion. Don’t fail to show all sides of the story. Listen to your audience but also listen to your heart. And make sure you correct your spelling before it ends up on air. Now get out there! There is news to report.