There’s nothing quite like getting off the plane in Bismarck and seeing the rosy cheeks of my mother ‘n law as her happy face appears around the security check. And you don’t know a proper bear hug until you’re embraced by Papa Tom in -1 degree weather. Continue reading “No Business like Snow Bis(marck)ness”
There is something about North Dakota. It’s not that it’s magical. And it’s not that it’s prettier than anywhere else. And there definitely isn’t a lot to do. But every time I’m up here, I feel like the smoke of the everyday clears and I can think better. Maybe it’s the air. The wind that constantly blows. Or maybe it’s all the delicious homemade meals. Continue reading “Bismarck, Summer 2016”
Land in Hand 