Roxane B. Salonen
Recently, I attended a talk at the St. Paul’s Newman Center chapel hosted by bisonCatholic, a college-student group trying to live a Christ-centered life on the campus of North Dakota State University. “God Tattooed My Heart,” by Christian convert Matt Simmons, took place on the coldest night of the year. When I finally decided to brave the minus-30 degree temps, I had no intention of attending as a reporter. However, Simmons’ talk was compelling, and I can’t quite shake his story.
Since 2008, I’ve chosen a word to guide my new year. Selecting it involves prayer, as well as tuning into what might be needed most in the next 12 months. Some years, I struggle with my “one word” selection, but this year, I thought of my friend Vicky Westra, a partner in bringing a word along in the new year.
FARGO -- The 2018 fall 40 Days for Life campaign to end the injustice of abortion in our country recently concluded. Each year of this ecumenical commitment, something valuable arises.
FARGO — October, Respect Life Month, brings many opportunities to regard the sacred gift of life.
FARGO — Last week, I watched Brett Kavanaugh and Christine Blasey Ford defend their stories concerning Ford's allegations of sexual assault that purportedly took place in 1982 when the two were teens. Both seemed truthful to some extent, but the full truth remains unknown. How can it be that each is telling the truth, yet contradicts the other?
FARGO — Last month, I took part in an international press event in Mexico City. Along with other journalists, including a group of faith-based communicators, I flew there to preview the horror film, "The Nun" — a prequel, fourth release, in the popular The Conjuring series. The experience, hosted by Warner Bros. Pictures, included previewing the film at an old convent in the Mexican mountains, touring the catacombs during a thunderstorm, and interviewing two of the main actors and director. I share more about this adventure at
FARGO — Last Sunday, my two daughters and I, fueled on drive-thru coffee, left for Duluth in a two-car caravan. Through my rearview mirror, I kept track of the vehicle behind that held my girls and abundant boxes, contemplating the strangeness of leaving all you've ever known. My own college send off over 30 years earlier had seemed serene. Since my only sibling, my world from infancy, had left the year before — and me, bereft — I followed with relative ease.
I feel a bit sheepish admitting publicly, in Vikings fan territory, that I recently attended a conference for Christian communicators in Green Bay, Wis. But I think even my purple-and-gold-hearted husband would have enjoyed the opening reception and tour of the impressive Lambeau Field. The week also included a stunning pre-dusk rosary walk at our nation's only-approved Marian apparition site, invigorating sessions at a hotel bordering the sparkling Fox River, and Mass at a newly restored cathedral filled with awe-inspiring, colorful murals.
When President Trump announced a ban on transgendered people in the military last week, the internet immediately lit up with cries of injustice. One Facebook posting showed a solider in military garb with a rainbow sticker pasted across his or her mouth, with the caption: "Is this a man or a woman? Does it matter? Did they serve this country? Protect transgender rights. They protected yours." Everyone deserves to be treated with respect, welcomed in this world, and approached with kindness.