Have you ever been lost in your hometown? If the town you grew up in was like mine, one Main Street drag, no stoplights within 50 miles, three bars all in a row between a car dealership on one end and a café on the other, I'm sure you were able to keep pretty good tabs on the place.RELATED CONTENT
Even though my big city school had hundreds of more students, I didn’t graduate with any more knowledge and my group of friends and experiences wasn’t any more diverse than what my son is experiencing on the North Dakota prairie at a small school — all in one circle, all connected by common experiences.RELATED CONTENT
As many in our region know, there are few things more beautiful than a canola field in bloom. That beauty currently is on display in Washington as part of the 2014 Congressional Art Competition.RELATED CONTENT
Jake Cuperus always knew he wanted to be a farmer. Jill always hoped she would marry a farmer. Luckily, life brought them together. “Our moms were good friends. I’m a year older than him so I’ve actually known him his entire life.” Jill says. “I went to college at Winona State, and one summer I came back and we worked at a barn together milking cows. The rest is history.”RELATED CONTENT
Tarin Dewald, who farms near Fredonia, N.D., was working on his auger March 6 when he fell off, plummeting about 15 feet to the ground. He broke his pelvis, a few ribs, his elbow and got a concussion from the impact of the fall.RELATED CONTENT
LONDON - A boom in "nutraceuticals" - food and drinks with potential health benefits - is paving the way for a rush of deals, as food and drug companies compete to dominate a market expected to be worth $280 billion by 2018.
If you're up for an adventure, skip petunias and marigolds and discover the world of lesser-known annuals. Many of the following types graced the flower beds of our grandparents. Not all are offered by every garden center, but enjoy a scavenger hunt to each of the region's growers. I've added the word "easy" behind descriptions of the most carefree.
Amina Bibi lost her husband, a boatman, to kidney failure soon after massive floods in 2010 hit the remote district of Rajanpur in Pakistan’s Punjab province. “All I can afford is rice, so that’s what I feed my eight children every day and they are just not getting enough nutrition,” said the weary-looking widow, aged around 40.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- In a little over two months, my little sister will be getting married. In a little over two months, we'll be celebrating in front of the old red barn with the rock foundation at the homestead place where my grandpa grew up and my dad was raised and all of the cousins, friends and family in between fell in love with this place over work or noodle salad or coffee on Sunday afternoons.RELATED CONTENT
When the ladies heard me ask my husband if they were speaking in German, they turned around to greet me. “Velcome to Vishek” they said. One of the ladies, who later introduced herself as Wilma, looked me right in the eye and said, “Do you speak a little Cherman?” I smiled and sarcastically said, “Jeg snakker litt Norsk,” giving a nod to my Norwegian heritage.RELATED CONTENT
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- It was the type of summer I hope we've all had in our lives. The one that stands between one life and another, full of long days, short nights and the sort of temporary things you grab onto knowing that, in a few months, everything changes.RELATED CONTENT
The coffee is always free at The Farmer’s Daughter Cafe. It’s sponsored by local businesses and individuals, and when customers drink it, they get to sit near some of the area’s hardest-working men.RELATED CONTENT
And while most Sunday mornings are special to us, sometimes, if we have company, or if we have something to celebrate (like my sweet tooth), we make plans for a tried-and-true recipe passed down to us from my husband’s mother, who is the queen of the kitchen. I’m sure most of you have your own Sunday morning rituals that are cozy and full of caffeinated beverages, so with that in mind, I feel like it’s time to share this recipe with you.RELATED CONTENT
Did you plant your potatoes on Good Friday? I wish I had a bushel of spuds for every time we’ve heard the question. Are potatoes really best planted then, or is it an old wives’ tale? I never dismiss old wives’ tales because some of the best gardeners are old wives. But let’s think this through.RELATED CONTENT