A moving memoir about growing up queer in rural North Dakota, where the land is wide open, but where people hold their emotions in check.
"Prairie silence is—I have come to believe—the way the people of the prairie mirror the land with their sturdy, hardworking, fruitful, and quiet dispositions. They are committed to each other like the soil is committed to the crop. They are uncomplaining, in the way the land dutifully recovers after tornadoes, droughts, and floods destroy a season’s harvest. They are humble and quiet, like white prairie grass in the wind. They swallow their problems, their fears, their shames, and their secrets—figuring that nature will take care of everything, somehow or other. That is, after all, how it works with the crops. And once a silence has taken hold, whatever it is, it is hard to uproot."
Melanie knew from the time she was 4 years old that she was meant to share her life with a woman. But it took her a long time to understand what her four year old self knew instinctively. Years of doubt, fear, confusion, and silence. Years of grappling with faith and feelings, with expectations and uncertainties. After building a successful career, Melanie decides to take a month long break from her corporate job in the city and return home to the farm to help with the harvest. The lessons she learns from her time on the silent prairie are poignant and healing.
I grew up in the Red River Valley - on the Minnesota side of the border, but I understand the archetype; stoic, salt of the earth, small town, white, Christian, hard working, humble, neighborly, reserved, seemingly inscrutible. This is not an environment that encourages differences. The goal always seems to be to blend in, to get along. If you have a secret, you keep it. And yet it is in opening up, facing fears, and embracing change, where true growth can occur.