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
Kindness makes English learner feel at home
When I was little, my mom taught English as a Second Language. Now in her 70s, she continues to teach. She has always had a heart for people who are new to our country. I’ve often wondered about the impact she has made on her students that she’ll never know. Sometimes all it takes is
Please help me get high for my birthday
My birthday is tomorrow, and I need your help deciding what to get myself. What I really want is for my husband to get a job, but since I don’t have any control over that, I’m going with Plan B. What I want for my birthday is to get high. Now, I think we’ve known
