“How,” my friend and classmate Carla recently asked “can you be both Norwegian and Catholic?” A reasonable question. We grew up in Hettinger, North Dakota, where the Germans were Catholic and the Norwegians were Lutheran. For the most part. Catholics were named Schmidt and Nagel and Slater and Seifert and Schmaltz. Lutherans were named Braaten … Continue reading A Norwegian Catholic?
The threats to the Bad Lands, and to some of North Dakota’s most important pristine places, never seem to end. In fact, the pace of the threats quickens each month, each week, each day, it seems. I’m not sure why I just learned about this—I must not have been paying attention—but a story in Sunday’s … Continue reading Every Frackin’ Acre
If I ever become a rich man, Or if ever I grow to be old, I will build a house with a deep thatch To shelter me from the cold . . . I will hold my house in the high wood, Within a walk of the sea. And men that were boys when I … Continue reading On Reaching 65 – Hooray For Me