Starscape

My father taught me it was called “light pollution” — the glow that surrounds Bemidji at night. You can see it for miles away. It’s a natural byproduct of cities; lampposts and neon signs, localized populations and businesses simply require more light. Bemidji’s haze is nothing compared to St. Paul’s, and Worthington may have a…
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Life On A Post-it

Some people write weekly to-do lists; some people keep up-to-date schedules in their iPhones. Some people (with freakishly accurate memories) simply remember everything they plan for the coming day. I write Post-its. Each night I write everything I need to do and remember onto a three-inch-square piece of paper and stick it to my kitchen…
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Charlie’s Retirement

My car and I have come far together. Charlotte, affectionately called Charlie, has been with me since high school. I’ve gotten used to her quirks and foibles — the way she runs out of gas before the gauge signals she’s low, the way she locks out anyone who tries to borrow her (proving, of course,…
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Wedding Daze

People told me the summer after my college graduation would be a flurry of weddings. I guess I didn’t realize how true that was until I was already in the thick of it. College friends.Relatives. Family friends. It seems like a third of the people I know are offering or showing off rings this summer,…
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The Wind And The Waves

I don’t know anything about windsurfing. To be honest, I’d never heard of it until I came to Worthington. In Bemidji, my hometown, lakes are as common as puddles, but there isn’t much wind. The novelty of Worthington’s windiness wore off on my very first visit in early February. The snow blew so hard I…
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