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Happy New Year? Well, not always… 
I’ve always been ambivalent about celebrating the new year. I associate alcohol-besotted partying with memories of my childhood, when my father’s family gathered at our house New Year’s Eve for what was supposed to be a family event.
Joy and light in Christmas evergreen 
For the past several years, I’ve received requests to reprint a Christmas column I wrote for The Forum in 1988. As in previous seasons, this year I heard from people who have wonderful Christmas tree memories.
Zaleski: North Dakota PSC gets no respect 
All of us will be treated to a holiday reprieve from politics for the Christmas holidays. But until then …
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Library of my youth was a grand place 
The mini-flap over unpaid book fines at the Fargo Public Library stirred memories of my crimes at the New Britain public library in my Connecticut hometown. I owe ‘em a lot of money.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: ND ‘Blue Book’ a treasure trove of data 
I’m a fan of North Daktoa’s “Blue Book,” the state-generated volume about all-things North Dakota that is published every two years.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Fast or slow, floods bring sorrow 
The difference between flooding in North Dakota and Vermont is speed. As devastating as flooding was this year in Minot and Bismarck, the floods were – as most North Dakota floods tend to be – slow-motion events.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Still time for a few summer books 
If you haven’t completed your summer reading list, here are four books to consider before August cools to fall and lazy summer times fade away:
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Smiling through the puke with triplets 
It had been years since I’d had the special joy of having a sick kid throw up while sitting on my lap.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Let it snow, let it snow? Let it not … 
"Winter up there, yet?” said my school friend from the East Coast. “Getting ready to hibernate?” he snickered.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Psychotic hoarding? I don’t think so … 
I read an article about hoarders. It got me thinking about all the stuff I’ve collected or saved or rescued – not hoarded – during more than 40 years of adult life. Hoarding, experts say, can go from chronic collecting to spooky psychosis. Where’s that line? And who draws it? Have I crossed it?
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Zaleski: Gentle reminder about political letters
It’s necessary during every election cycle to remind letter writers about The Forum’s guidelines for letters.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Fishing, Mother’s Day came together 
The non-debate that sometimes flares about opening Minnesota’s fishing season on Mother’s Day weekend took me back to the last time my dad and I fished together.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: By the light of the silvery moon … 
The moon won’t be completely full until tonight, but its pull seems to have influenced callers and emailers last week.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: I know: Trains, records, books must go 
Last week’s column about parting with a lifetime’s worth of stuff, junk and memories resonated with baby boomers of my generation.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Just things, you say? Not really … 
Baby boomers of my vintage are preparing for change.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Walter Lord wrote the best Titanic book 
Of the hundreds of books that have been written about the sinking of the Titanic 100 years ago today, I think the best is still Walter Lord’s “A Night to Remember,” which was published in 1955.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: It’s Easter; dress up, for God’s sake! 
I grew up in a Catholic household in an industrial city in Connecticut during the 1950s and ’60s.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Campaign less interesting without Cain 
I wish Herman Cain had stayed in the Republican presidential primary/caucus campaign.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Dorgan’s ‘Blowout’ is a mind-blower 
I’m well into Byron Dorgan’s novel, “Blowout,” and it’s so good I’d rather be reading it than writing about it.
RELATED CONTENTZaleski: Not every ‘homestead’ is an old farm 
I am less than sympathetic to opponents of the Red River diversion who believe they deserve special status because the farm has been in the family for three or four generations.
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