Growing up in North Dakota, I don’t see it with the fresh eyes of people visiting for the first time. My tour compadres who had not spent time in the state were blown away about the reception they’ve received in North Dakota. Kudos North Dakota, you may not have Mount Rushmore, but your people are much friendlier…
I’m running around Lake Como in Saint Paul, Minnesota near my brother’s apartment, passing the smiling summer faces of casual walkers, shirtless joggers, and babies caroling around in strollers. The day is a perfect eighty degrees and sparks of fulgurous light dance on the surface of the lake. July flowers border the trail and each…
I am Facebook friends with my thirteen-year-old brother John and was recently doing a little low grade stalking of his profile to see what he was into what I could that I did not already know from being his brother. It turns a whole lot. My brother is widowed. What heart-breaking news for Facebook to…
