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Could YOU Be The Cure?

Some stories are sparked with passion and my fingers race to keep pace with the words formulating in my mind. Other stories marinade for months before ever coming to fruition. This story began as the later, it has remained unfinished on my computer for several months....

Made in Minnesota Gift Guide

This is my favorite time of year. I love Christmas and am pretty fond of shopping. While Black Friday deals do offer some adrenaline rush they aren't typically what I'm after for gifts. It is a great time to pick up things you need, but gifts should be special. This...

The Last Bath

As he scrubbed the dirt from his knees and splashed about I tried to be discrete about wiping my tears. I was happy after all. I was fully aware of what a gift this was. Rarely, do we know when the last time for something is. Often we think we can’t wait to be done...

We All Have Boots to Fill

Twenty-three pairs of empty boots lined up in rows. My heart hurt looking at them, but I must look. I must visualize the soldier that once wore those boots with pride. I must ponder their roles as sons and daughters, husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, friends,...

A Note From The PTA

This post was originally shared on Her View From Home. This year I will serve as the president of our school's parent-teacher association. This follows three years of volunteering and one as vice president. Consider this my state of the union speech. It seems to me...

Spread Your Wings

One summer day while shooting hoops in the driveway with my boy I noticed a moth on the ground. I can't say for sure, but I think it was the recipient of a dribble. It was alive but injured. At first glance, it was just an ordinary moth. Its grey wings blended into...

Pink is for the Girls

This post is in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It is October and there is pink everywhere. Honestly, some of the places I see pink seems a bit silly to me. Does an NFL player wearing pink socks do anything? I'm not sure, but perhaps the cumulative effect...

Not Seeing the Forest for the Trees

After the water from Harvey had receded and the winds of Irma calmed Montana was still burning. Over 1,000,000 charred acres. Many of us live in suburban jungles where the typical yard is a quarter acre, we really can't comprehend such a vast space. Denis Malone has...

In God’s Time Our Time Will Come

Where I live people say "going up north" or "heading to the cabin" as commonly as hello. It seems many have a retreat. I'm a water lover without a shore to call home. Being near the water calms my sometimes anxious mind like nothing else. It is my happy place. My...

What If We All Just Kept It Simple?

The Minnesota State Fair ended on Labor Day. It had the largest attendance of any fair in our state's history. My son and I went on the opening day while everything was clean, workers still enthusiastic, and carnival rides in good working order. I've never been to...

Reflections on Success

Writing has always been something I liked to do. When I was a kid I would write out elaborate plans and poems. As a teenager, my mom and I would sometimes exchange notes to effectively communicate. In college, I would sometimes help my now husband write papers because...

First Day Fears

My newsfeed was filled with an endless stream of the adorable first day of school photos. All the kiddos in their favorite outfits, some holding cute signs, all the smiles. Their joyful anticipation and excitement easy to see. I cried as I scrolled through them. I...

How The Eclipse Proved Me Wrong

I love seeing new things. Routine is comfortable, but it dulls the senses. A new place comes with sights and smells and flavors that bring everything back to life. That to me seems like magic. So a while back when my husband's work offered us a trip to California I...

Don’t Underestimate the Power of an Emoji

This post was originally shared on Her View From Home. Our son kept checking his phone. “He still hasn’t responded,” he’d tell me. I tried to downplay it and suggest perhaps his text hadn’t gone through, but our tech savvy boy knew better. Dad wasn’t responding. He...

7 Tips for Parenting Tweens

Maybe its because I’m not great with numbers or I tend to be a bit naive, but I’m smart enough to know this would happen. It is completely logical of course. Perhaps because I’m also a bit of a dreamer, this phase caught me off guard. Seriously, it was just yesterday...

On The Verge of Goodbye

The other night we spent a few hours in a place no one wants to visit. The hospice floor of a hospital, a place where life and death literally hang in the balance. As we made our way from the parking ramp to the fourth floor we passed signs directing us to many places...

Don’t Outgrow Me Yet

This is one of my all-time favorite posts, originally published on Her View From Home. My only child's ninth birthday is approaching. Half of his childhood is in the books. My day to day mom duties are half over. Where the hell did the time go? Perhaps by the time he...

Sometimes I Miss Five

This post is one of my all-time favorites and was originally shared on Her View From Home. For the last few months, I’ve found myself missing my five-year-old. Don’t get me wrong, I love him as the nine-year-old he is now, but oh five was sweet. Five was full of...

I Catch Myself

More often than I'd like to admit I stumble. I fall short of the person I'd like to be. I catch myself being impatient. I catch myself making judgments that aren't mine to make. A couple years ago I was having one of those good days where I felt on top of my game. It...

Ode to the Evening Walk

An evening walk is a soothing ointment. It takes some of the sting away. It is time to both escape and reconnect. These precious few minutes can put all of the previous hours into clearer focus by softening the lens through which they are viewed. Dusk is my favorite...