lori sorenson

Lori Sorenson
We have a young driver in training in our family, and these are exciting and challenging times. For both the learner and the mentors. It’s exciting for the young driving student who can just about taste his freedom. And it’s exciting for the grown-up drivers who look forward to the kid driving...
Lori Sorenson
For Christmas we gave Matt wireless headphones to listen to the TV without interference from, well, us, essentially. Carson can practice percussion or play the piano and I can be on the phone or clattering dishes and the xBox downstairs can play at full volume without interfering with Matt’s hockey...
Mavis Fodness (left) and Lori Sorenson.
Staff writers at the Rock County Star Herald received three state awards in the Better Newspaper Contest of the 149th annual convention of the Minnesota Newspaper Association last week in the Twin Cities. Reporter Mavis Fodness and Editor Lori Sorenson were honored during the Thursday night, Jan....
Rock County Opportunities Inc. clients and staff toured the Rock County Star Herald office in Luverne Wednesday, Jan. 20, to meet the news and production crew. They were photographed and interviewed and saw how a news story develops from a conversation into a headlined article on a page. Pictured are (front, from left) Eleanor Dicks, Casey Van Engelenhoven, (back) Nate Schloendorf and Arielle Carlson.
Newspaper offices were at one time fascinating places to visit — with noisy presses, oversized rolls of paper and ink by the barrel. In my time at the Star Herald, we’ve never printed on our own presses, but there were lots of other interesting things to see and do. Tourists were photographed at...
Lori Sorenson
I love snow. There I said it. (Pause here for boos and hisses from snow haters). Sure — it results in shoveling work, driving hazards and public expense for road clearing. But there’s a lot to love about snow. In a Minnesota winter, the landscape is pretty drab after grass goes dormant and trees...
Among the joys of the holiday season are Christmas greeting cards in the mailbox (at the end of the driveway — not an email inbox), on hard copy paper that can be posted on the refrigerator (not a fleeting Facebook post). Social media have somewhat diminished the anticipation of holiday snail mail...
I’ve never cared for family Thanksgiving prayers that require each of us to say out loud what we’re thankful for. Mostly that’s because an original prayer is hard to come by at the end of a 10-person table. Also, we’re sometimes thankful for things that require explanation (which nobody wants to...
  I scraped the last of the peanut butter from the bottom of a Skippy jar last week and thought about our golden retriever. It was Ginger’s job to lick the peanut butter and yogurt containers before they hit the recycle bin. I can still see her — the picture of contentment. She’d wrap her front...
  “If you haven’t used it or missed it in three months, you can probably just throw it out.” I gasped when someone gently suggested this as a solution to our delayed unpacking. It’s been nearly a year since we moved Matt out of the old farmhouse that got bulldozed, and it’s been four months since...
  We all remember the days when our children were babies and we’d feel invisible when arriving at social gatherings with our little bundles. “Oh, he’s so cute. And look how he’s grown. Come here, sweetie. Let’s hear you say, ‘Gram-ma.’” Um. Hello? I’m here. Anybody care? Good to see you all, too....

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