Beverly Godfrey is a News Tribune copy editor and columnist. You can reach her at email@example.com.
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The presidential election result made me think of the times all my children, at about age 3, and always as I’m tucking them in to bed, asked me, “Mom, are...
My husband and I went out for dinner recently for our anniversary, then had a beer at Sir Ben’s. As we talked, I remembered a new thing our teenage son had showed me, a game called “Pokemon Go” that I had downloaded on my phone. I suggested we go for a walk and play the game.
Every national tragedy brings a flurry of "how to talk to your kids" advice in its wake, and the massacre in Orlando is no different. Or maybe it is different. Considering the advances that have been made in recent years regarding LGBT rights, the shootings a week ago felt like a sucker punch. Explaining this one requires some sad reflection.
Despite being under construction for two years, in the end, the Maurices building seemed to spring up overnight. One day, Duluth’s latest landmark was still a mess of equipment and...
I recently overheard my husband explaining to our 5-year-old that, yes, he could walk on the deck in bare feet. No, he went on, you won’t get splinters just from...
I saw the report first in my Facebook news feed, but I was afraid to click on it, afraid it wasn’t true — and then afraid it was true, because either way, I was going to start crying. Harriet Tubman is going to replace Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill, and to clarify, mine are tears of joy. Tubman has been a hero of mine since I was a girl. When I taught my kids about her — something I’ve done a few times, as each gets old enough — I can’t get through the story without crying because she’s so amazing.
I bought myself new socks recently. It was a purchase I spent more time thinking about than the last time I bought a car. Cheap sweat socks are sold in six-packs for about $10, so that’s my baseline. I want all socks to cost that much. When I see a Lands’ End three-pack for $19, that seems like four times what they should cost, even though I know, because of the quality, it’s not a fair comparison.
The first time I went off to college, I was 17. I got on a plane by myself and flew halfway across the country to a place I’d never been.
The documentary “Amy” showed up on Amazon Prime awhile back. After watching it for about 30 minutes, I decided that was enough of this patched-together stream of cellphone and paparazzi videos detailing the life of the talented yet sadly troubled singer Amy Winehouse. Then last week, the film won an Oscar for best documentary. For that reason alone, I gave it another try. It only got worse.