Twenty-four years ago, school bells rang on an early September day, signaling the opening of yet another school year at the historic old Franklin Elementary School in Anoka. On that day, my then-six year-old daughter entered the realm of higher education, an upperclassman, one of the big kids on campus. She was a first-grader, no [...]
Fourteen years ago I had an unfortunate encounter with a vehicle while I pedaled down the boulevard on my bicycle. The traumatic injuries suffered as a result of the collision gave me a rare opportunity to witness life from the curb.
Last weekend, as we celebrated the day set aside to honor our moms, I was reminded of a child’s eye view of motherhood, something that was shared with me by a woman I met a few years ago, while working on a story about a teacher-in-waiting, fresh off her student teacher assignment.
As co-workers share anecdotes about babies’ firsts and seek advice about parenting their little ones, as one anticipates the birth of her twins and we celebrate another new mom with a baby shower, I’m entering a curious new chapter in the mysterious story of the parent-child connection.
Calls of “Hei og velkommen” fill my dreams these days as Scandinavian heritage beckons a visit – if not with a trip to my forefathers’ Norwegian farm town, at least with the making of lefse, a tasty Norwegian comfort food.
The season’s winter wonderland is upon us. OK, so we’ve only got a thin blanket of snow on the ground so far, but you know more is coming soon. And with it, adventure and activity that only the winter season can provide.