Tag: TWO HARBORS

June 12, 2020

Emergence: Girls Sports at Two Harbors High School

“We also had GAA in Chisholm during my high school years—it had been going on for quite some time. We had a group of girls who would play basketball together—often just for fun—sometimes during gym class. We were only allowed to play half-court basketball. That was frustrating. I always felt like “we can run like the boys; why are you telling me that we can’t run full court?” We enjoyed playing kickball and touch football during gym class, but we’d occasionally organize some games ourselves.” — Clarine Northey

October 30, 2025

Excerpt: “Sideline to Bedside”

On Friday nights, one trail of curiosity led to the football field.  There, we were presented with one of countless “You mean, I can grow up to do that someday?” lessons.  At halftime, I stood on the hill to watch them run in and out of the warming house of the outdoor skating rink, which also served as the football locker room. White pants with maroon-and-gold stripes.  Maroon jerseys with gold, embroidered numbers. Jersey numbers stickered on the sides of the helmets, just like that team down in Alabama. It looked like fun. Would I ever become big enough—good enough—to wear one of those uniforms? 

April 25, 2021

When I Grow Up

During my pre-teen years—perhaps before my age reached double-digits, while my two brothers were off doing other things, I frequently accompanied my Mom, Carol Healy, on shopping trips to Duluth, Minnesota.

Groceries. Clothes. Supplies.

On one such trip, I had been watching the peculiar, repetitive interaction of rain with windshield wiper blades when she posed life’s most difficult question. Well, at least at that time, it was.

It wasn’t about school. It wasn’t about girls. It wasn’t about sports.

Just a simple question.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

April 29, 2025

67 Seconds / It Persists

“The one thing I want to say is that in 30 years, I probably won’t remember all these memories we shared tonight, but I can say that I truly feel like you will never forget the way a person—or a group of people—made you feel at a certain time in your life. Even if I don’t remember getting pudding at St. Thomas in 30 years, I will always remember how my team treated me when I went through one of the hardest times in my life.”

“I just…I love you guys so much.”