Like many of you, I have worked from home for the past three months and it has given me a chance to familiarize myself with my new surroundings.
The coronavirus has been present in our lives for over a quarter of the year now and doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.
We all have them, tucked away in our memory bank.
During this time, some of us are finding ourselves being still for a change.
Next Monday we honor our military personnel who have given the ultimate sacrifice for our country.
On Monday, I taught my first YMCA fitness class in two months.
Have you noticed that people often don’t say what they really mean?
One of our favorite radio shows years ago was Garrison Keillor’s “A Prairie Home Companion,” which aired from 1974 to 2016.
Our favorite think tank has re-opened for breakfast and a few of the regular egg heads have trickled back in.
High school graduations have gotten a lot of attention lately, because if not for the pandemic, another group of 18-year-olds would finally get to “walk” and accept their diploma and the accompanying cheers.
For those who are experiencing “COVID-19 Cabin Fever,” taking an old fashion automobile ride could be a nice diversion.
This week, the first following our state’s reopening, has been an interesting one.
I was born in the middle of World War II, not long after Pearl Harbor.
Harold Reid had one of the most familiar voices in music history, his songs are still played on classic country radio stations, and yet most folks never knew his name.
My friend, colleague and peer, Michele Anderson, is running for Minnesota State Senate.
Dearest Nate,
I usually write a “thankful” column around Thanksgiving, as do many writers.
I’ve collected all the letters and notes we’ve received during this time of COVID-19.
I have a big mea culpa to send out this week and it is to my daughter, Lauren, regarding some comments from her that were in last week’s column.
The COVID-19 pandemic has laid a few problems bare that are hard to ignore.
If you are like me, you missed it.
Dear 2020: Maybe I should wave the white flag.
As we progress into one more week of uncertainty in our daily lives, perhaps the best thing we can do is turn off the daily news.
We are apparently approaching the peak of the COVID-19 crisis and we are being tested.
The blooming of dogwoods triggers an intense longing for my grandparents, George and Mary Ellen Naff.
As we continue to shelter-in-place and limit our trips to only essential venues, I am realizing how easy it may be to make some of this behavior a “new norm,” as good friend Scott Bridwell said a couple of weeks ago.
We’re in the midst of a pandemic that could result in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans, and the experts call that a “best-case scenario.”
Since we have been cautioned about interacting with others anywhere, anytime we are forced to spend most of our time hunkered down in the house.
As we all hopefully continue our safe journeys each day in our own little corners of the world, I hope you folks are safe, well and staying relatively sane amongst those you love the most.
What a year this month has been, right?
Over the last few weeks we have been inundated 24/7 with one topic — coronavirus.
Just a few days ago, we were complaining about life’s little annoyances.
The COVID-19 pandemic reminds us that we are a global community whether we like it or not.
The other night Matt Coe and I looked at each other and acknowledged we’re entering a new phase of parenting and, perhaps, marriage.
Life is going to be weird for a while.
I am dedicating this column to all my friends and family who share my love for snack foods.
I don’t know many super-rich people.
Driving to the airport on Tuesday I heaved a big sigh, hoping to expel all the anxiety and fear weighing me down these last weeks.
I was scrolling Facebook this week — yes, dear readers, I am a “scroller” not a fanatic — when a friend shared a post that made me go into the details of the post itself.
When I think of the political climate in our country today, I am reminded of a joke that I heard many years ago and it goes something like this:
This column usually offers a safe space from politics, but occasionally I have to wade into the deep water.
This week’s column is dedicated to “leaplings” everywhere.
America is celebrating the 100th anniversary of the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution, which guaranteed women the right to vote.
Have you ever wondered about all these days, weeks and months that we have to recognize some organization or government project or “National Day of Awareness?”
On Sunday, Aug. 25, 2019, we almost lost LaTrice Currie.
Since we have had record rainfall in the last few weeks, I have been paying closer attention to overall weather patterns in all seasons.
Last week I confessed my ongoing love of the Three Stooges.
Today you should be celebrating with your favorite other with dinner, a show and, perhaps, some rich chocolates or great perfume. If you are so inclined, you might also sing to your sweetheart or take her/him to a concert.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine recalled for me the King Saul story from the First Book of Samuel — the one where the Israelites beg the prophet for a king to rule over the nation.
It’s “running for president” time and the race is beginning to heat up.
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