The Northview
By Brenda Winter, columnistJune 11, 2025It’s been a long time since anyone dared me to do a trick on my bike. I was the lucky winner of a new Townie Electra at the Take 16 bike drawing last Thursday. (Thank you, Lineage Logistics!) My 10-year-old nephew rode over on his bike to invite my husband and me to join him on a test drive of my flashy new prize. He wanted to “see what she could do.” I thought he meant the bike. Once we hit…
By Brenda Winter, columnistMay 21, 2025When Marcella Prokop, co-owner of The Cidery at Blackshire Farms near Beaver Creek, called and asked if I, Brenda Winter, could judge a rhubarb contest at the Cidery on Saturday, June 7, I said I could not, but I knew who could – Marlene and Darlene. Marlene and Darlene are two imaginary elderly sisters created for the stage by DJ Luethje and me. The sisters hail from Leota, Minnesota. They…
By Brenda Winter, columnistApril 09, 2025It was 1992. I was a young pup reporter for the Rock County Star Herald and was assigned to cover speakers for the Luverne School’s 125th anniversary. I sat with hundreds of folks on the courthouse lawn listening as dignitaries and others extolled the wonders of Luverne. Then it was Jim Brandenburg’s turn to speak. I waited for him to talk about the Great Big World out there and the delights of…
By Brenda Winter, columnistMarch 19, 2025A “memories from nine years ago” photo showed up on my Facebook feed. It showed my friend Kim, my two sisters and me smiling in a hospital room in 2016, the day after my first cancer surgery. The photo was all the more poignant because I’m still here, but Kim died of cancer in November. Life is like that. Last week we traveled to be with friends in Arizona. Chris is a college friend who made a…
By Brenda Winter, columnistFebruary 26, 2025A friend of mine lives in a relatively nice Glendale, Arizona, suburb. The house a few doors down from hers is home to a group of high school-aged basketball players from across the U.S. They were sent by their parents to attend high school with a primary focus on their ultimate goal – to play in the NBA. Parents who choose Christian schools are somewhat like-minded. Of course there is…
By Brenda Winter, columnistFebruary 05, 2025The key to successful New Year’s resolutions is to make them so vague that success is ensured no matter the effort. Which is why, after six weeks, I’m keeping all of my New Year’s resolutions for 2025. One of my resolutions for the year was to go to the gym. All I have to do is “go to the gym.” That’s it. Find a parking spot. Boom. I am at the gym. My commitment “to work out” begins if I…
By Brenda Winter, columnistJanuary 15, 2025On New Year’s Day my sister sent me a video of our 86-year-old father ripping down the driveway on his new Honda Monkey. The big bike was getting to be a little much, so Dad thought it wise to downsize. He’s usually a safety guy, but in the video Dad – with no helmet – spins his baseball cap around backward and tears off the farm yard. The video records my sister giggling and saying, “There…
By Brenda Winter, columnistDecember 24, 2024Our Kentucky granddaughters told us their “Other Grandparents” are taking them on a Disney cruise. They’ve been promised day spas and swimming with dolphins, carnival shows, island expeditions and food served from mile-long buffets. Grandpa and I were spending last week with the two girls, ages 7 and 9, when we learned about the cruise. Their parents were off galivanting at a tropical resort…
By Brenda Winter, columnistDecember 04, 2024It was early on a Friday morning and still dark in Luverne, Minnesota. Six a.m. was too early for even the sun to be up. It was so dark they called it “Black Friday.” I was snuggled into my fluffy winter bathrobe, sipping my first cup of organic, fresh roasted Honduran coffee with heavy whipping cream when Mr. Romantic interrupted the solace. “Wanna go to Bomgaars with me? Everything is 20…
By Brenda Winter, columnistNovember 13, 2024Well, it’s time. “The Charitable Sisterhood Christmas Spectacular” will be performed on stage at the Palace Theatre this weekend and next. The first time I took the stage was in 1979. I was a sophomore at Luverne High School playing the part of the maid in a murder mystery, the name of which I have forgotten. Opening night I was shocked when cast members began to encourage each other to “break…
By Brenda Winter, columnistOctober 23, 2024My otherwise socially accomplished husband addresses groups of small children with a stuffed toy moose on his head. The moose is part of the photographer schtick he uses to get little kids to have a natural smile for their school pictures. Many little kids arrive at picture day offering a fake “cheese!” smile that actually makes them look like snarling badgers. So, with a moose on his head,…
By Brenda Winter, columnistOctober 02, 2024So, I tried out for the Green Earth play and I got a part. As I learn my lines, I'm also learning that my 61-year-old brain is not as able to memorize as was my 18-year-old brain. That's how long it's been since I was in a Green Earth play. It was 1981. I played Mrs. Smith in “The Bald Soprano.” “She always styles her hair the same way." Mr. Smith was played by the late great Rod Iveland. The…
By Brenda Winter, columnistSeptember 04, 2024The wedding of our youngest daughter, Katherine, to her man of many years, Dylan, last Saturday was a mountaintop experience. Literally. They got married on a mountaintop. It was dark when we headed west out of Denver toward Boulder. I rode in the back seat through several miles of hairpin turns as we ascended the wedding mountain. I was flanked by two granddaughters, one of whom spilled a…
By Brenda Winter, columnistAugust 07, 2024Our friendship began in college. She thought I was funny and I loved her infectious laugh. We became apartment-mates and centered our home life around Tom Petty, Bud Light, Marlboro 100s, Doritos and cheese dip. She lived with my family in Luverne for a few months after our freshman year. We walked beans and picked cucumbers. The summer’s highlight was her catching a ride home to Rapid City…
By Brenda Winter, columnistJuly 10, 2024Melvin was not really a stray cat. He was obviously a cat that someone had loved and lost or, God forbid, loved and dumped at the edge of town. I introduced him to you in April. “It was just after the Big Chill a few weeks ago that Melvin appeared by our back door. The big orange tabby was also a few feet from death’s door. He had a cut on his face, a broken tail, a gimpy leg and hadn’t had a…
By Brenda Winter, columnistJune 12, 2024While most mothers of the bride spend months planning a daughter’s wedding, I’ve spent months wondering if there is something I’m supposed to be doing. Our youngest, Kate, who is getting married Aug. 31, will never be called a Bridezilla. “She said yes to the dress” on Facebook Marketplace. She asked her (one) bridesmaid to wear “whatever.” I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to wear a dress…
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