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I have noted something about myself in the last few weeks. Apologizing and thanking folks in abundance seems to be something that I do too often. 

This week I was able to sneak in some “me time.” With my thirst for adventure and limited time away from the office, home and responsibilities I decided it was time to do something a bit off the wall. 

This week I was able to interview Brad Hubred, a teacher at Moose Lake Community School, about a ceremony that he is working hard to bring to Moose Lake called the Blue Ribbon Ceremony. 

Last month I was lucky enough to be able to head to Washington D.C. for a week long walking tour of  the sites. 

While you are reading this I am probably happily trooping around Washington, DC. on a week-long vacation. While I am writing this though I am mentally making a packing list and trying to make sure that my first trip on an airplane is smooth sailing. 

As a lady of a certain age I often get concerned questions and glances from fellow citizens when they find out that I am single and have no children.  (No this is not an invitation for suggestions or applications to change this.) If I am being truthful I can honestly say that I have no desir…

For the last few weeks I have been pulling double duty here in the office, putting together both the Pine County Courier and the Star-Gazette. This week I was back to the regularly scheduled program of putting together just the Star-Gazette. 

Friday for many was a celebration. An end to the outdoor mask mandate was announced, and now the restrictions for vaccinated folks have been further lifted. For many, these announcements were met with tossed masks and unobstructed sighs of relief.

I have long noted that when asked “How are you doing?” many folks simply respond with “I’m fine.” I am not sure where exactly it comes from, Mid-Western stubbornness, a desire to not be a burden, worry that those asking really don’t care, or some combination of all of these plus other reasons. 

Sloth seems to be a curse that plagues many newspaper folk. Being stuck behind a desk, typing away like rock stars with a different type of keyboard leaves little time for physical activities. 

Last week I explained that I don’t identify myself as a watchdog. I was told that being in the newspaper business makes you a watchdog. 

In the “news biz” editors and reporters tend to learn a little about a lot. With COVID-19 both of these categories have expanded. I have found myself learning much more than a little about many more things. 

Two months ago  I gave blood at Willow River High School. During this time they are testing blood donations for COVID-19 antibodies. 

February at the “White House” is a notoriously hard month. Past years have seen funerals back to back, illness diagnosis and general cold gloomy days. 

Once again I feel it is time to share an unpopular opinion with you, dear readers. As Valentine’s Day is rapidly approaching I think it is close enough to let you in  on a secret; I hate Valentine’s Day. 

A few weeks ago I was reading a press release from Memorial Blood Centers;they are in desperate need of blood donations. Part of the release was a link to search for donations locations or blood drives in your area.  I did a quick search, to see where locally donations were being collected. 

On my way into work Monday, traveling through the roundabout on the outskirts of Moose Lake I ended up nearly in a pile up with a car and semi. 

Folks send things in to the paper all the time and I love it! Getting to see the things that are going on in the community that people care about and want to share is one of the best parts of my job. 

In my life I have done quite a few things I never thought I would be able to do. I drove a 20-year-old car across Canada, down to Pensylvania and back home to Minnesota with no mishaps or needed car maintenance. I learned how to operate a snow blower and a push lawn mower. I have used a spee…

Once upon a time, I was part of a set of students working for the university I attended. As part of any of our trainings there was always a set of activities at the beginning, called ice breakers. These short tasks, questions or activities were designed to get folks talking and interacting. 

My trips to Moose Lake this week so far have been taken in the first car I ever purchased. My senior year of high school I took out a $3,000 loan and paid it off to buy my first car. For ten years I have owned this 1995 Plymouth Acclaim. The old girl and I have had over a decade of adventure…

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During my time in the newspaper industry I have learned quite a bit about newspapers in general. With any job there is a jargon, newspapers are no different. 

 In the history of the United States, certain groups of people have been subjected to horrible treatment.  African Americans were enslaved for two hundred years.  Native Americans were forcibly relocated.  Many of these actions reflected the official policy of the United States Government at…

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I should have listened to Poncho, but it was 12:30 a.m. and I didn’t want to be bothered. With his acute sense of smell and hearing, he knew there were marauders nearby. I got up and closed the window and reprimanded him for barking and disturbing my sleep. He continued to growl and rumble, …

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My first paper day here at the Star-Gazette some wonderful person in front of me in the drive-thru at a certain chain coffee place kindly paid for my lunch. This was a first for me,