If you look closely, you can tell it’s not the Great Plains. That big tree is too perfect; prairie trees get mauled regularly by incessant

There isn’t much we know about Aunt Gertie’s death. It happened on a foggy night in November, 1949, along a lakeshore cloaked in a mist

“What places do I really have to see when I’m here?” I asked the woman behind the desk at the Osage visitor’s center. “You must see

If the place sounds cliche-ish, you can’t blame Garretson, SD, because doggone it, not every Siouxland burg has a tourist trap built in. Seriously, Garretson’s

On my mother’s side, my Dutch-American ancestry has been here since before the American Civil War. My people were among the first immigrants from the

“When you get to the Visitor’s Center, look for the blue dress–it belonged to Judy’s grandma,” she told me. “Judy” is her friend. I’d just

Maybe it was the little chapel she’d insisted on showing me, a place she thought any visit to the Northern Cheyenne mission wouldn’t be complete

It’s not a new story. I wrote it more than a decade ago, so it may well show its age. But I thought I’d try

Once you find the road in—the place is very much out of the way–the signs tell the story. I’ve visited twice, often enough to guess