No idea where the summer’s gone, but here we are at the end of August. I don’t like it! Make time stop! Bring back 9:30p sunsets! It’s always hard to accept that summer’s fleeting……
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Home, I learned, can be anywhere you make it. Home is also the place to which you come back again and again. -Margaret Mead There’s no place like home-home. I made the trek six…
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Traditions run deep on both sides of my family – from Christmas Eve lutefisk dinner on the Klegstad side to these pink frosted butter cookies on the Flaget side. The only reason the smorbakkel…