Little Pasture on the Prairie

I woke up the other night from a dream that seemed so important I couldn’t go back to sleep. “I have to remember this,” I told myself.Usually, my dreams fade before morning.

Stray Thoughts: Near-life experience

Anyone who has lived an interesting life will usually, on more than one occasion be provided with the opportunity to almost die, and this can be revealing.

Those dirty rotten scoundrels

The phone rang, and I answered it because the call was from a nearby community. No big surprise that the caller was obviously not from anywhere near, and the caller was asking for a donation for some organization in which I had no interest. I said, in a kindly tone, “No thank you,” and hung up.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

I’ve been feeling a lot of nostalgia lately. My kids are suddenly helpful and independent so much of the time that parenting abruptly feels like a totally different job.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Dear Editor, There’s a reason that South Dakota governors and legislators have for decades supported the arts and creative industry in our state.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

I’m sitting on the front porch with my daughter. I’m wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and a straw hat, my feet bare, my pants rolled up to my knees, revealing the stunning brightness of my winter-white skin. I’m a little hot, but I know if I take off the sweatshirt, I’ll be a little cold.

CANDLES AND MIRRORS: Fasteners to the past

They clanked like rocks against the insides of the can as I swished my fingers through them. “I need a button for my spinner,” I explained to Mom as I stared into the red and yellow Folger’s coffee can with the ship on the front.

Prairie Doc Businesses for babies

When businesses support working parents, they’re not just boosting their bottom line – they’re helping prevent child abuse and neglect.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Dear Timber Lake, Isabel, Dupree, Eagle Butte and surrounding communities, After 33 years in the car sales industry, it is with a heavy heart that I have decided to retire. It has been an honor and a pleasure to serve you all during this time.

CANDLES AND MIRRORS: Ice storm rescue

The sound woke her in the darkness. Rain pounded on the roof and sluiced down her bedroom window. The young girl wondered at the strangeness of rain in February, but soon drifted back to sleep..Hours later, in the warm kitchen below, the rain still battered the north window.