Last year, I wrote about food stamps. I was a Food Stamp Mom. It was a changing moment for me. I talked about a topic I have personal experience with that isn’t necessarily heard about from “people like me” or so I was told. I am a white, middle-class American in North Dakota. I am a conservative, Christian, wife and…
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Germans From Russia New Cookbook Giveaway
Filed Under: Life in North Dakota Tagged With: family, North Dakota, prairie, prairie life, recipe 59 Comments
There is a giveaway at the end of this blog. But please read first what it is. The food culture of the Germans from Russia is one of the most preserved culture I have known in the United States’s melting pot of cultures. I didn’t ever truly experience the Germans from Russia culture until I moved to my husband’s hometown in…
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A Family Story: Building Affordable Housing In North Dakota
Filed Under: Life in North Dakota Tagged With: family, North Dakota, prairie life 6 Comments
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. -Theodore Roosevelt Our home state, North Dakota, is booming. It is in the headlines, negative and positive. We want to make a difference for good, doing what we know best. What do we know best? Building. It’s in my husband’s family’s blood. For generations. In 1962, my father-in-law, Eldon, started…
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Going Through “The Change”
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I have been going through the change for the last four months. I have slept better, showered less, traveled less and drank less coffee. What else has happened while I have gone through the change? The change has me cooking more. We eat earlier in the evening. We visit more around the table and I am much less stressed about…
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Define Your Rocking Chair Moment
Filed Under: Life in North Dakota Tagged With: family farm, motherhood, prairie life 6 Comments
I sat in a small meeting room with white blank walls, crammed around a conference room table with several managers in a former job when I first heard the line. It came from a bald, beady-eyed bureaucrat, “Well this could be a rocking chair moment.” I paused and assumed I knew what he meant but had to clarify, just to…
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