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FARGO -- Whew! Everyone take a breather. Together these past months we've planted, pruned, pinched, fertilized, weeded, dug, deadheaded, and stressed out over the latest insects and diseases. Let's wipe our brows, pause for a bit, and enjoy the midsummer beauty around our homes and cities.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- In a little over two months, my little sister will be getting married.
In a little over two months, we'll be celebrating in front of the old red barn with the rock foundation at the homestead place where my grandpa grew up and my dad was raised and all of the cousins, friends and family in between fell in love with this place over work or noodle salad or coffee on Sunday afternoons.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- It was the type of summer I hope we've all had in our lives. The one that stands between one life and another, full of long days, short nights and the sort of temporary things you grab onto knowing that, in a few months, everything changes.
I was 22, newly engaged, one year out of college at the University of North Dakota, and one year into my plan to tour full time as a musician. It was not a practical gig for a practical girl who noticed the real world staring at me with a critical look, wondering what the heck I was thinking.
DICKINSON, N.D. -- Bailey can be a handful.
A loveable, smiling and prancing handful of soft, golden fur.
On Wednesday afternoon, the 13-month-old purebred golden retriever — still very much a puppy at heart — tore around a Dickinson apartment. She played with her toys, teased a cat and nuzzled up to whoever would pet her.
Bailey was happy. She was home.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- One of the most worthless things on the planet are rubber boots with holes in both.
I discovered that I own a pair when I got my 4-wheeler stuck in mud halfway up its tires last week.
So I need a new pair of rubber boots, which gives me a good excuse to go to the Farm and Fleet store.
Seriously. I love the Farm and Fleet store. You wouldn't pick up on that just looking at me, you know, with the big hair and my recent attraction to sequins, but it's true. Bring me to a town with a Runnings or a Tractor Supply, a Feed and Seed or Bob or Jim or Kathy's Western Supply down the road, and I will find an excuse to stop in.
WILLISTON, N.D. – As Williston prepares for another year of record births, Mercy Medical Center celebrated Tuesday the completion of a new Women’s Health Clinic.
A record 804 babies were born in Williston in 2014, and practice manager Tim Olson said officials project that births could exceed 900 this year.
The newly renovated clinic adds two new OB/GYN physicians and a nurse practitioner to serve the rapidly growing community.
“It’s greatly needed and it’s going to be a huge asset to this community,” Olson said.
Mercy Medical Center recruited physicians Dr. Fareed Kadum, most recently of Atlanta, and Dr. Eugene Meade, most recently of Jamestown, for the new clinic, along with local nurse practitioner Heidi Grondahl.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- I stood under a yellow and white tent along the boarded walkway of that town we all know nestled between the tall, rugged buttes of the Badlands and along the muddy river in western North Dakota.
I had just started learning to play guitar, plucking away at "Amarillo by Morning" on the floor of my bedroom night after night, and I was likely nervous about trying out my shaky new skills in public. I was 12 or so behind that microphone and beside my dad, and I probably sang a Garth Brooks song on my own, and then along with the chorus in "Ghost Riders in the Sky." "Red River Valley" would have come next, and then maybe, after I settled into myself, facing a small crowd that had gathered on picnic tables, racing the melt on their ice cream cones or spreading ketchup on hamburgers wrapped in paper, maybe I got the nerve up, because they were a friendly crowd, to play a song I wrote, the one where I wondered out loud if my horses talked when I was away.
GRAFTON, N.D. -- At 5 feet 2 inches tall and 119 pounds, Damon Reyes is a soft-spoken, well-mannered 13 year old.
But throw him in a boxing ring with someone his size and age, and "Demon" comes out.
"Damon, we call him Demon," said his coach Freddy Narro, who owns and runs Grafton Golden Gloves Boxing. "Damon's top notch."
Damon, who trains with Narro, has two Ringside world titles to his name. Of his 73 fights, he has only lost 15. He doesn't even lift weights yet.
I didn’t know the three teenage boys who lost their lives in a car accident near Ray, N.D., last month.
I didn’t watch them play basketball together or cheer them on in the stands. I didn’t wish them luck or shake their hands or meet their parents.
We weren’t friends or even neighbors really. I didn’t know them.
Officials say community will face challenges as needs grows
GRAND FORKS, N.D. -- If it wasn't for Grand Forks' city public transportation, 84-year-old Arleen Shide doesn't know how she'd leave her home.
She doesn't drive anymore, but it's important to her to get out, she said, especially to play Bingo and have meals at the Grand Forks Senior Center every week.
"It's very important because otherwise I'd be sitting in the house," she said.
Shide is one of a growing number of senior citizens in eastern North Dakota needing services, as a result of the aging baby boomer generation and a migration of seniors from the Oil Patch, local experts said.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- Before you walk into most businesses here in Watford City, you’ll be greeted with a sign. It will probably be snowing or raining outside, and if it isn’t now, it was yesterday, so you’ll be asked to “Kindly Wipe Your Feet.”
And you’ll understand, because, well, it’s just plain hard to keep a carpet clean around here.
So, if you’re like me and came in from gravel roads and slushy driveways and hopped out of a car coated with every element in between, you’ll look down at your feet and then around the entryway in search of one of those boot-scraper contraptions screwed to the concrete with hard bristled brushes, and you’ll spend a minute or so concentrating on un-caking the mud from your feet.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- Here’s a confession for you: When I was a kid, I wrote, stamped and addressed a fan letter to Reba McEntire, pretty convinced that the red-haired early-’90s country bombshell would write back.
I mean, we had so much in common, her and I growing up on ranches and riding horses and everything.
Oh, and then there’s the music and how I loved to sing, too, just like you, Reba, so there should be no question that the two of us would become pen pals.
But the pen pal thing never panned out. Probably because my letters reached her at the pinnacle of her career and, well, the woman was busy.
We sat on the sandy beach looking out at the Sea of Cortez. Just a couple airplane rides, just a few long hours taken from the day, and we were thousands of miles from the bitter cold and the golden grass sticking up out of the snow.
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