FARGO-MOORHEAD CONVENTION AND VISITORS BUREAU Fargo-Moorhead's Celebration of Women & Their Music
This coming Saturday (February 18th) is the Fifteenth Annual Celebration of Women and Their Music. Im not sure how I was unaware of this event until just this week since Deb Jenkins founded it in 19... Posted on 2/16/12 at 4:04 PM
Six years ago I was a traveling musician on the road in my Chevy Lumina with my guitar in the back seat, Map Questing my way around the country, searching for stages in small towns and big cities, hoping for a few dollars and wishing I could Map Quest the path my life was going to take.
There was an invasion at the ranch last weekend.
An invasion of pink, glitter, ruffles, ponytails, princess paraphernalia and all the things little girls are made of, smuggled inside the purses and bags of our three young nieces.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. – Last month a documentary filmmaker came to the ranch to visit with my family and I about what makes our community special and to try to get to the root of why the people who chose to stay or come back to farms, ranches and small towns in western North Dakota are so passionate about the lifestyle here
WATFORD CITY, N.D. – This month my husband and I celebrated our sixth year of marriage by digging through boxes of stuff we’ve accumulated throughout our lives together in an attempt to get settled and start our lives in a new house.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. - No matter where you live in this country, you’ve heard about the changes occurring in western North Dakota because of new technology that allows us to extract oil from large reservoirs that lie 10,000 feet below the surface of the land where our roads wind, children run, farmers cultivate and our schools sit.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. - In my life I’ve often contemplated what it means to have grown up surrounded by cowboys of the buttes of western North Dakota.
They are men who drop everything for a neighbor in need, rope a 3,000-pound bull off the back of a half-broke horse and go home at night to rock their babies to sleep.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. - It’s officially chokecherry season at the ranch. I found the little red berries dangling from branches in the brush patches this week and was reminded of the first summer I spent back at the ranch living in my grandmother’s house.
I married a man who knows where he can get a surplus of washing machine motors in case of an emergency. I fell in love with a guy who has hauled a broken down three-wheeler to all five of the places we’ve moved in the last six years with the intention of making the thing run when he has a spare moment.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. - When you live 30 miles from the nearest gas station, a good mile from your closest neighbor and hours from a pizza delivery service, the idea of a neighborhood takes on an entirely different meaning.
Monday, in the middle of a summer night below a nearly full moon and among crickets singing their song into the darkness, I stood on the edge of the barnyard watching helplessly as flames threatened to destroy a house that has been a fixture of memories on this landscape for well over 50 years.
Two years ago my husband and I unpacked whatever earthly possessions we’d acquired during our first years of marriage and moved our life into the little farmhouse at the edge of the badlands where my father was raised.
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