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As I looked out my kitchen window the other morning, I noticed that the snow was beginning to melt. I could see a little more of the White River, which runs past my home up in Delta. It finally felt like we’d turned the corner on winter. I’m sure we’ll have more snow, but spring is coming, and for most of us, it can’t come fast enough. Read more

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“Are you going to dress someone up like an animal again?” asked an eager fifth grader at Drummond Elementary this week. I’d called on the student with his hand up because I was hoping that he’d answer the question I had just asked: “What do you remember learning on my first two visits to you…

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She is gone, another friend, one who taught me about the strength of faith in God, one whose grace and elegance I admired. She was feisty and loved to smile and laugh. Now a part of me feels missing. She has died. Did I ever tell her how much she taught me?

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There is a magic to making things with your hands. Potters, carvers and knitters know this well. You begin with the most basic of materials (clay, wood, yarn, etc.) and in the end create something that was not there before—something that previously only existed in the conceptual.

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There are plenty of recipes floating around these days for corned beef and cabbage. I thought it would be fun to share this delicious roast pork dish for a change of pace.

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The thermometer on my car read -18 degrees Fahrenheit as I turned off the highway onto a snow-covered road northwest of Duluth. A leaden sky didn’t offer any additional warmth, but my parents and I were warm, wrapped up like onions in our many winter layers with the car heater blasting. 

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Prior to moving to Hayward, I had the privilege of serving as the director of mobilization for a missions organization called Global Partners. This role provided me with the opportunity to travel globally to Europe, China, South America, the Caribbean, the Middle East and Africa. It was on o…

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It’s not common to find a farmer market set up in the waiting room of a community clinic. And it’s certainly not common that a market can run year-round with fresh produce as well as eggs, cheese, meats, bakery and more. In fact, despite travels throughout the state and on the east and west …

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Spaghetti squash, sometimes called vegetable spaghetti, is a nutritious, low calorie winter squash, which separates when cooked into yellow-gold strands to use as a substitute for pasta. 

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I recently received an email from our former Spider Lake columnist Carol Alcoe (who still writes a column for the Weiss Library). The email listed all kinds of old phrases and words, not seen or heard much anymore, although they pop up from time to time from the mouths of baby boomers. 

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One of the prizes of being the pastor at First Lutheran in Hayward is that the pastor’s study has 120 feet of bookshelf space. Lutheran pastors come out of the scholarly tradition — it is a master’s degree — and with that comes a lot of reading and a great many books. And like most pastors I…

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The only things fluttering around the pollinator garden at the Cable Natural History Museum recently are snowflakes. Dried stalks of bee balm remind me of how vibrant that corner of our yard becomes by midsummer.

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The blizzard winds whip outside, rumbling as tiny snow particles whirl about and bite at my face. I’m all bundled up, dragging my black sled filled with bags of feed and my trusty egg bucket off to the coops. I pause a moment to look up from my deep-snow trudging to assess the size of upcomi…

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My dad just loved duck, and although my mom would complain about how fatty they were, she’d occasionally roast one to make him happy.  This simple recipe called for 2 wild ducks, but since I didn’t have any hanging around, I tried a four and a-half pound farm-raised frozen version from the s…

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I had an email from my friend Jim in Chicago who was reminiscing about some of the old TV shows he watched as a kid. Most boomers will remember the first television set they ever sat in front of, entranced by the black and white TV shows.