Today I inadvertently left the house without my phone. It did not realize that I was without it until I arrived at the university. My initial reaction was a sense of mental confusion - almost as if I had lost my bearings. It was kind of like those dreams you have where you are the [...]
Author: Ms. C
We Must Do More Than Remember…
September 11, 2001 was 15 years ago. In my estimation, those years seem to have passed quickly. In my young college students' estimation, that was an awfully long time ago. Indeed, the vast majority of them were in first grade on September 11, 2001. It is an interesting phenomenon to experience being the older person in a [...]
A Small Price to Pay for the Three “O”S.
I was happy to read Robin Huebner's recent article in The Forum about the way the Fargo, Moorhead, and West Fargo Public School Districts handle the special transportation needs of homeless students. According to the article the districts use cabs or transportation services for those students that need transport to shelters, hotels, or homes they are [...]
Mittens at God’s Door…
Today I lost one of my best friends. He and I had been friends for over 17 years. He first became my friend when I was pregnant with Cheyenne (at the tender age of 39). Today, I look back at what a staple he was in my life and how much joy he brought me. [...]
Walking the Talk – Bravo Fargo Cass Public Health!
I visited Fargo Cass Public Health a couple of weeks ago at their relatively new location (since August last year) on 25th Street South. Locals may recall that Public Health spent many years downtown before the move to the former Sunmart location off 13th Avenue. I really like their new location, it is bright and cheery and very easy [...]
The Squirrel and the Hibiscus…
I never fully trust things I see or hear before my first cup of morning coffee. It takes some caffeine infusion to right my senses and sharpen my mind. As such, when I looked out my kitchen window yesterday morning and saw a squirrel scamper out of my garden and up and over the neighbor's [...]
The Utility of Well-Placed Guilt.
One of my most common disclaimers when I meet new folks is that one of my parents was raised Jewish and the other was raised Catholic, hence I am "half Jewish/half Catholic - which equals twice the guilt." And while I say this partially in jest, it is grounded in a clear understanding and appreciation of the [...]