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After many years, the path I’ve been on is finally coming to a close. By coming to a close, I mean graduating from high school. After four years of high school and more years in earlier schooling, it’s time to make the jump to the next step of life. While I look forward to what’s ahead, I want to first
You kids get off my lawn! That’s a phrase we’ve all heard as a shorthand description for cantankerous, aging baby boomers who can’t tolerate young people having fun. At the risk of being tagged with this stereotype, I’d like to offer some observations on youth sports. I don’t think I’m cantankerous or aging, so I’ll push ahead with my comments.
As comic-strip character Pogo Possum once famously said, “We have met the enemy and he is us.” We should heed those words; we should pay attention. Pogo could well be describing the homegrown threats to free-and-fair elections and to our trust in American democracy. The Russians, insidious cyber-invaders, meddled in the last election. That is a fact. Efforts to prevent
Six years ago, just before the birth of my daughter, my students voted me the faculty speaker for commencement. I thought perhaps I’d revisit some of those thoughts this week as we stand on the precipice of graduation season. It’s my hope not only students, but all may find some wisdom in these thoughts. I come from a Catholic background,
We sat in a circle and were each given a drum. There were tentative glances all around, mild taps searching out to see how the drums worked. No, this wasn’t some crazy hippy drum circle (I’m not that kind of liberal), but a music therapy session with coworkers. Music therapy sounds like it should be some sort of fake pseudo-science,
So how did you celebrate Minnesota Statehood Day? Did you bake a Minnesota-shaped cake or do something more appropriate such as cooking wild rice soup? May 11 marked the 160th anniversary of Minnesota’s entry into the union as the 32nd state. Our family celebrated by participating in two uniquely Minnesotan experiences. Last week, our younger daughter returned home for a short vacation.
Last week, I was able to have an experience I’ve been waiting to have for a good portion of my life; that is, to vote. Walking up to my local precinct to cast a ballot in the Sauk Rapids-Rice school district referendum, it occurred to me what a simple, yet powerful act this really is. I was in and out