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North Dakota Culture

I think we all need to be humbled in life. I’m spoiled, I know it. My parents are hard working. You never had to drag my father out of a bar and I don’t think I’ve heard him raise his voice once (I definitely didn’t inherit that trait) my whole life. He is the only man I know that can instill fear with a look. As for my mother, she has the most giving heart, even to her own detriment at times. She could make an occasion the event of a lifetime even if she only had $5.00 to do it. I suffered no horrors from my childhood. I didn’t have to struggle and I never went to bed hungry. I never had to work a field or go without. So on occasion being humbled is good for me. I think it helps me remember not only where I came from but where I’m going. It helps me to remember that no matter what my difficulties are the struggles that my ancestors had to get through is the reason I exist today. If we trace our roots back far enough, most of us will find a family member or two that immigrated to this country. It doesn’t even matter which country they came from, it only matters that they came, they struggled and they persevered.

The Good Old Boy’s Club in Williston Needs to End- Let’s Vote!

Williston Herald.

When we were kids and our teachers would ask us what we wanted to be when we grew up, often the same professions would be chosen. Police officer, fireman, doctor, teacher. It’s no coincidence that these are all vital players in our communities. We should be doing all we can to elevate these professions and encourage qualified people to come here for these jobs. These are important members of the community and we should be doing all we can to encourage them to come here, bring their families and invest their time in this community. After all, children seem to know they are heroes so why don’t we?

Chicago Hot Dogs Hiding in Plain Sight in Williston?

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Food is expensive here, ok? I think that should be the new city slogan. In fact, it’s at least 30% more expensive than everywhere else I have visited in this country. When people talk about food here, it’s almost mandatory that you mention this, as if everyone doesn’t already know it. That being said. today my husband and I paid $14.00 for two hotdogs. No drink, so sides, no chips… just the dogs. It was the best $14.00 that we have spent eating out in a long time. This little gem of a place has been hiding in plain sight, I never knew it was here. The owner doesn’t advertise. That’s fine but what happens is, unless you’re in the know, you just don’t know. So here is some free advertising from a very happy customer.

It is Never Too Late to do the Right Thing. This Means YOU North Dakota.

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Imagine living near a field of wild flowers, growing as far as the eye can see. A place that is beautiful. Sadly, where there is beauty, there is often something working to destroy it. You must be constantly vigilant. Always standing guard. You must keep those weeds at bay. If you turn your back for too long, the weeds will over run this field and choke the flowers and all that is beautiful. The flowers will wither and die, leaving only a field of weeds. Maybe from a distance it will look green and luscious but up close the truth will be glaringly obvious. If living in North Dakota has made me feel anything, it is that I feel like I am living near such a field, one that is constantly under threat of being overrun by weeds.

An Open Letter to Russell Larson


UPDATE: The following letter, although posted publicly (I’m a blogger, that’s what I do) does not give all the details of my “interaction” with Russell, a man who is running for a school board seat in Williston. After publishing this letter and a brief correspondence with him through email, I am convinced he has me confused with another person (he has even claimed I have gone so far as to change my name) who used to write (or submitted articles) with the Williston Herald. Shameful that someone running for public office cannot get his facts straight. My husband and I ran into him by chance at a local coffee shop and although the exchange was civil and calm it didn’t stop him from calling the police AFTER we left and holding up the shop and customers. Apparently he doesn’t like that I believe him to be a liar. That’s why he called the police. Yes, you read that right. He wasted the time and resources of the Williston police department because little old me believes he doesn’t tell the truth. Of course neither my husband or myself have been contacted by any authorities.  It was an absolute waste of public resources. Shame on you Russell.

Although I will not be casting my vote for him come election time, he informed both my husband and myself that day in the coffee shop that it doesn’t really matter because he’s guaranteed a win based solely on the fact that he was born and raised in Williston, that the people will support him no matter what he does.


It has come to my understanding that you don’t like me. Normally I wouldn’t care but this baffles me because you and I have never spoken.

While I appreciate that you have taken the time to write and complain about my blog (and myself), it is a bit disingenuous to infer that we have ever spoken. Or that I have said things that you cannot possibly back up. Specifically regarding a proposed underpass on Bison Road. Something I have never been asked about nor have I even offered an opinion about this project.

Small Town Awesomeness (Watford City, ND)

Barrett Pharmacy

Let me be frank with you. Housing here sucks. If it weren’t for that one small, huge issue, things could be really awesome. The housing situation is making life difficult for so many, both “natives” and those coming from outside the area.

Snow in the Summer?

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Ok, so it’s not really snow but it might as well be. It’s a scary, all too real preview of what’s looming on the horizon all courtesy of Mother Nature.

Fall Has Officially Arrived and I Found Proof!

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A beautiful but rare sight in North Dakota. As if trees were not rare enough. To find trees that are changing in color, now that’s a sight. It’s almost as rare as a bigfoot sighting.

Tomato and Roasted Red Pepper Soup with Parmesan and Goat Cheese

Tomato basil and parmesan soup

We love soups and stews in our house. Now that winter is fast approaching it’s time to bring these comforting recipes out of storgage and mabye create a few new ones along the way.

Steak Marinade

steak marinade

Steaks are big in our house. Our motto in the kitchen is “go big or go home”.  I typically like my steak simple, salt and pepper only. But in an effort to please the masses, I tried a marinade and it was a hit.