See ya real soon!
I’m about to go dark on you. Not dark as in a trench coat, heavy boots and lots of black eye liner. I’m about to say goodbye. Okay, that was a touch overly dramatic of me. Let me try again. I’m going to dedicate this summer to writing a book that will be released by
Sometimes kindness is a perfectly timed surprise
In case you haven’t heard (because I only mention it every 15 minutes or so), I won a car on “The Price is Right.” I wish everyone could have something happen in their lives that brings them the pure joy that this surreal experience brought me. Patt Jackson, of Duluth, Minn., had something happen to
God, don’t you know?
What are you remembering this Memorial Day? Are you remembering to take the potato salad to Aunt Lucy’s picnic? Are you remembering the people who have fought for our freedom? Are you remembering the person who took a huge piece of your heart when he or she died? I’ve been living on the edge of
Kindness sees what others avoid
My friend, Heather, died of cancer when we were 30. I remember walking through a deli with her when she was deep in the battle. I noticed how other people looked at her out of the corner of their eyes. When my friend noticed another woman wearing a scarf over a bald head, Heather marched
What to do when you’re flipping out
Are you flipping out about life right now? You may be happy to know you’re not alone. I have some teacher friends who will tell you this time of year is wack-a-doodle. Frazzled nerves, to-do lists up the wazoo, and a strange combination of melancholy and glee. Next, we have the parents who are planning
Kindness shows up in envelopes
I know there are kind people all over the world, but there are certain things that come across my computer that leave me thinking, “That could only happen in North Dakota.” Or maybe it’s a small-town thing. I don’t really know, but isn’t it nice to hear that goodness still exists in our communities and
Someone sees you
Are you okay? Is everything alright? Are you waiting for someone? Yes. Yes. And yes. The last place I expected to find myself last Friday night was on a curb outside a Speedway gas station in a town with no posted population. But there I was. Desperately wanting to be home after a week on
