Helping Those Without a Home Feel at Home

I am privileged. Every night I get to go to sleep in a soft bed, and every morning I get to wake up in a warm house. I’m starting to understand that even though that is the normal for me, it is considered an incredible privilege by many in our community. Several hundred people in

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Owner Sought for Mystery Photo

Kari Werlinger found a camera memory card containing this photo seven years ago. She’s trying to find the owner. ************************ Every time I look at my kids, I wonder how they got so big so fast. I’ve started to cherish photos that made me want to scream when they were taken. You know, the ones

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Recognizing Seniors’ Kindness

I would like to start a new service in Fargo to rent grandparents. You can hire a babysitter or a person to clean your home, so why can’t you hire someone to come over and love your kids?   My kids adore their grandparents, but being in Fargo means we don’t get to see them

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Will you be that Somebody?

I’d like to share a story I heard a long time ago and recently found again online. “This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did

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Defeating the Darkness

“If the darkest hour comes before the light, where is the light? Where is the light? Where is the light?” Those words are from the song “Ave Mary A” by Pink. I’ve listened to that song for years, and yet this week, I felt like I heard it for the first time. I was thinking

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Angels on the Road

When my husband and I first got together, we were living seven hours apart. Each weekend, one of us would make the commute from Milwaukee to Sault Ste. Marie, Mich. Maybe things were different back then or maybe we were naive, but it never occurred to either of us that it could be dangerous to

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Kindness Found in a Doughnut

I’d like to explain how Saturday mornings work in the Phillips household. At about 6 a.m., my almost 3-year-old son, Ben, wakes up, sneaks out of bed and goes to find the dog in her kennel. The dog then wakes up, sees my 8-year-old daughter sleeping and proceeds to jump all over her bed. My

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