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A Little Canada man has pleaded guilty to strangling a woman who was working as a prostitute in an Eagan hotel room in

Here in Eagan, every corner breathes emotion. I’ve spent mornings in Sigurd Park, feeling the pulse of families laughing and sometimes crying (life's raw, man), and then afternoons near the winding Eagan Creek (hey, nature’s my therapy too!). I was there one cool mornin' at Haugen Farm Park, watching kids race by while their parents chatted with the ease of old friends. Those moments? Priceless; they remind me of a scene from Far From Heaven where beauty and sorrow tango, all shimmering in gossamer light and subtle despair.

Amid state talk of more charter school accountability, Eagan OKs financing for school expansion