Kim Fundingsland

There really doesn’t seem to be very much to Minot’s Souris River, generally meandering silently through the city. Usually those who walk the riverbank, or bicycle near it, must look down to see the water which, quite often, moves very little or not at all. It’s a...

Once was – maybe. Maybe yet today. I’ve always had an interest in the history of our state, mostly the early days before roadways and fences and towns. The period when Dakota Territory was the “Old West”. Sometimes I wish I’d lived back then, just to say I saw it.When...

There’s common sense, good sense, nonsense, perhaps no sense. I like to think I have an abundance of the first two on that list, but there are those, in numbers I shall not reveal, that firmly adhere to the belief I am far more fittingly described by the latter two....

A non-resident asks, “What makes you darned North Dakotan’s so special?”Resident -- “Well, we do walk on water.”Incredulous non-resident -- “Are all North Dakotans so arrogant and pompous?”Resident -- “Nope. Some don’t ice fish.”That kind of sums it up. Oh yes. In...

After decades of trying, I have never gotten it right. Not a single time. Not once that I can remember. Lines. That’s right – lines. The kind that never move the way you had hoped they would. I know I am not alone here. I think.I’m writing about those many choices a...

A goal of all writers is, or should be, to attract attention. Some of us have devised clever ways to do that. Hence the headline, the “Electric Chair.” But wait, I am not all deception here. This is not one of those “gotcha” gimmicks where you have to read a bunch of...