You know that bronze medallion you have tucked away somewhere – the one in safe keeping in your jewelry box, or at the bottom of your underwear drawer? Or perhaps you fondle it daily as it jingles and jangles against the heads of Washington and Franklin in your pant’s pocket? Have you ever wondered about …
A clear and committed message is essential to help our youth through the web of peer pressure and stress that is part of growing up in America. It’s pretty basic, really. Kids drink to change the way they feel. They succumb to peer pressure. They’re stressed out, and a few hits of pot or a …
To honor the life and work of Representative Jim Ramstad, we are re-publishing the following article written by former editor and publisher, Julia Edelman in the summer of 1998. In 2008, Ramstad announced he would not seek re-election and left Congress in 2009. Ramstad was instrumental in the advancement of a law that would prohibit …
“You’ve got to know when to hold them. Know when to fold them. Know when to walk away, and know when to run.” — Lyrics by Don Schlitz, 1976 Used to be, I enjoyed risks. The higher the stakes, the bigger and better the adrenaline rush. The bigger and better the adrenaline rush, the higher …
The sauna meister artfully swirled a white towel over his head, sending waves of eucalyptus scented steam to envelope us. “Try to hang in there and breathe it in,” he urged those of us remaining in the room. A couple of people from the group of 22 had slipped out the door already, opting instead …
About this time last year I ventured to the North House Folk School in Grand Marais, MN, for three days of basket weaving. Yep, Basket Weaving 101. Ostensibly, the adventure was to create and take home our very own, personalized, Birch Bark Berry Basket. In reality, the trip was much more profound. None of us …
Not my typical morning ruminations, but this morning I woke up wondering about people in cars in ditches. Here’s the context: I’m on a trans-continental road trip with my 22-year-old son, destination Los Angeles. We opted for the southern route versus the Rockies to avoid Bad Winter Weather, and somewhere around Faribault, MN we encountered …
A recent night on the town found me next to the bars of yesteryear, at the Orpheum Theatre’s staging of Beautiful, a “jukebox musical” highlighting Carole King’s prolific songwriting and singing career. Before long, I was transported to the green shag rug and purple and blue stereo of my junior high school days, and the …
I’m in treatment. Again. This time it’s my elbow. Fell on road bike, shattered the olecranon, a body part that apparently I don’t need anymore, so it was taken out during surgery. Surgery led to the question of opioids, for pain management. Codeine makes me sick. So does being in excruciating pain. This caused a …
I sometimes get asked this question, usually in reference to drug addiction. “What are the odds that my son or daughter will become a drug addict when they grow up? My husband is a “normie” and I’m an recovering alcoholic,” the query begins. “It depends,” is the response, “on so many things. And even with …
