Born and raised in North Dakota, I grew up surrounded by people with hockey coursing through their veins. I, however, had a much more casual relationship with not just hockey, but all sports in general – less rooted in my heart and soul, but more topical, like wearing a hat.
This week’s story is about cake for lunch, and this week’s news is about a teenage gymnast, a soccer coach, and some lost-and-found Christmas presents. Happy 2021!
This week’s story is about Country Waving, and this week’s news is about carolers, Christmas stories, and a Great Conjunction. Read on.
This week’s story is about our Fart Car, and this week’s news is about a really big fez, free lunch, and a pile of jammies. Read on.
This week’s story is about my first Hanukkah in Canada, and this week’s news is about Blessing Boxes, a good night’s sleep, and a miniature Christmas village. Read on.
This week’s story is about Mississippi Pot Roast, and this week’s news is about a pretty impressive tip, Closet 701, and Lyd’s Kids. Read on.
This week’s story is about a memorable trip to the Minneapolis airport, and this week’s news is about a daily song, Gifts for Grandparents, and a free holiday cookbook. Happy Thanksgiving, and thank you for reading North Dakota Nice!
This week’s story is about my Ford Tempo, and this week’s news is about a sensory garden, 1,300 pairs of socks, and a lot of Thanksgiving turkey. Read on.
This week’s story is about our backyard rink, and this week’s news is about a theater troupe, the Girl Scouts, and some lifesaving volunteers. Read on.
This week’s story is about my five-year-old’s newfound interest, and this week’s news is about a newfangled engine, “The Superbowl of Field Reports,” and a ND Nice Facebook exchange about a dog named Rufus. Read on.
I can avoid political discussion better than anyone in the universe. I don’t talk politics with my husband. I don’t talk politics with my best friend. I don’t talk politics with my parents or my sister or my in-laws or my mailman or my coworkers or text message polls or random strangers on the street. I once sat on the floor (I feel like I need to qualify that we were at a desk and chairs) during an acting session of the North Dakota state senate with my boss, a state senator, and still managed to not talk politics. It’s a gift. [Read on]
This week’s story is about my furnace, and this week’s news is about National Adoption Month, three honorary deputy sheriffs, and some young ornament makers. Read on.
I think we know what this week’s story is all about – but the news has a lot of surprising happiness, including a garage pantry, some crafty girl scouts, and 200 letters to veterans. Read on.
This week is the story of my two joke-telling Jewish grandpas, and news about fishermen brothers, an impressive anniversary, and a flexible classroom model. Read on.
This week is the story of our new genuine hay bales, and news about a lifesaving rescue straight out of a movie, Rugby’s first female driver, and a request for masks. Read on.
This week is the story of my family’s sofishticated trip to Icelandic State Park, and news about a lifesaving mattress purchase, a 48-hour relief group, and a course-setting hole-in-one. Read on.
I took the week off of work after my sons started back up at school so that I could, you know, take a nap or get a pedicure or just sit quietly after months of chaos. By Friday I had yet to accomplish any of those things, and so my husband suggested that we take a bike ride to Thompson, have lunch (and maybe a lunch beer), and then ride back with enough time for me to give napping another try before it was time to pick up the boys at 3:00. [Read on]
I have a Facebook friend who recently started a countdown to the end of what she calls “The garbage fire that is 2020.” If you share a similar sentiment, you are welcome to join me and my Jewish compadres for the Jewish New Year (called Rosh Hashanah), which begins tomorrow night at sundown. [Read on]
There is no better time to be a crazypants than during a pandemic.
From homemade masks to homemade hypochondria, if there has been something to obsessively worry about for the past six months, I’ve had it covered. This has been very lucky for my husband, Kyle, who has been awakened from a dead sleep more than once to answer questions such as [Read on, and the news is in there, I promise]