We've added two or maybe three states -- Montana, South Carolina, and sort of Kansas -- to the marriage-equality map this week. Some Kansas counties have started issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples, but others haven't.
This week, 139 healthy, genetically pure, wild bison will reclaim a small part of their historic home on the Great Plains when they arrive at the Fort Peck Indian Reservation in Northeast Montana on Nov. 13.
It's a basic Montana value: If you accuse someone with breaking an oath, you darn better be willing to back it up.
Amanda is a true representative of "Us." Against staggering odds, through education and grit, Amanda worked her way into the middle class.
Missoula County Montana isn't just teaching every kid in the school department the truth about native populations, their culture and their tragic history. It's keeping track of each and every tribe represented in the classroom.
AARP is committed to helping voters get the real scoop on where the candidates stand on issues important to older Americans, such as Social Security and Medicare, without the spin.
The problems facing native populations are similar to those facing poor people all across the United States, except that there is even less money to help them than there is elsewhere. And those assembled agreed that there's one more problem that the native populations face.
With early voting in full swing, more than 1.9 million people have cast a ballot in the 2014 midterm elections. I track early voting statistics here. Predictably, dueling spin about early voting has emerged from the Democratic and Republican camps.
If money can buy elections, Montana's Senate race ended August 7 when the Democrat's candidate resigned. If a vibrant young working class candidate can corral the democratic process sufficiently, it began August 16.
Every year toward the end of September, as my teeth sink into the crystallized outer shell of the season's first striated melocreme, I hop into my confectionary time machine and find myself whisked back to 10 happy days in Montana.
When I am in Montana, mostly I simply embrace being in wide-open nature - just being, more than doing. With Montana's refreshing expanse of space and only the sound of the leaves and long, golden grasses moving with the breeze, my body responds strongly. I feel rejuvenated.
Autumn tourism is on the rise. Those unchained to the restrictions of a school calendar are capitalizing on the appeal of the fall shoulder season perks such as hotel and airfare deals, fewer crowds and milder weather.
It has microbreweries, artists, a cowboy hat-fixing genius, solar-powered lofts, and huge summer street events, along with homeless people, addicts, and the occasional break-in or fatal stabbing in an alley.
As for methods of getting work done, it's not that complicated. You can write, for hours and hours without stopping, even to eat, or you can write with breaks.
I've developed an additional criteria for a great ski trip. It's what I call the "surreal factor," something one ski area offers that no others do -- hopefully something weird, something wacky.
The act of going on a retreat is not woo woo. Leaving our daily lives behind and retreating into our primal rhythms, our purest flow, has been done since the beginning of time. The Native Americans went on Vision Quests. Jesus went to the desert. Buddha went to the Bo tree. Muhammad went to a cave.