When I was in Fargo last month, I drove north along the river to visit my beloved slough. I’m currently working on a story about the Red River of the North and its destructive spring floods. The Red has been a constant presence in my life: first as a child, and now as an adult. […]
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Going home again
And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot Four Quartets I grew up on a sheep farm outside of Fargo, and that city, on the edge of the North Dakota prairie, is my home. I say this even […]