Hang On

Though I love the icy North Dakota prairies I call home, my first home was the tropical Atlantic coast of south Florida. In the year before I was married, I rode out three hurricanes there with my family, standing in awe beside my brother at the stillness in the eye of the storm. The eyeContinue reading “Hang On”

The Orange Peel Gospel

While we were visiting family in Florida, we had an orange peeling contest. My mother-in-law laid butcher paper across the length of the room, and our children, nieces, and nephews lined up on either side of the paper. Each child was given five oranges. They have often seen their fathers, native Floridians, peel an orangeContinue reading “The Orange Peel Gospel”