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The most wonderful of surprises!
Mrs. Parrill. What a beautiful name! It’s been a long time since I was a first grader in Russell, N.D., and she was my beloved teacher. I remember her as the kind and gentle lady who set me out on the...
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If only this pillow could talk
Out of necessity of the heart, every so often I must return to one of my childhood happy places – the farm in north central North Dakota where my grandparents lived and where my mother grew up. Grandpa...
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Remembering My One And Only Sister
Lori The memory is as clear to me as if this is happening as we speak. I am a new first-grader in a big room in an even bigger brick schoolhouse in the tiny town of Russell, N.D. I miss my mom. I miss...
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Rapt — It Means Captivated, Gripped
Dear Rapt Readers: Thank you for letting me know how moved you were (even to tears) by the column I wrote last Mother’s Day on the one who gave birth to me. You know who you are and I will never forget...
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Christmas Is!
They’d apparently been cooped up too long because a couple of our Christmas decorations were in the midst of a tiff when I took them down from the shelf. “No young folk ever look at you,” I heard the...
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