Let’s Deregulate Child Care in Minnesota… Oh Wait We Already Partially Have

2018-06-09T19:09:43+00:00 June 9th, 2018|It is well with my soul.|

(This is a picture of my brother David and I, circa 1989 aka the good 'ole days, playing by an open body of water, with ducks nearby and probably duck poop on the ground... we're still both alive in case anyone's wondering - oh and look there are pokey weeds how ever did we survive? [...]

The Things You’ll Carry

2018-02-12T17:33:56+00:00 February 12th, 2018|It is well with my soul.|

There were words of wisdom about work-life balance; Words about finance, leadership or mission. But the one thing they didn’t tell me, was about the things I’d carry.   There were handshakes, high-fives, and congratulatory gifts; A giant red ribbon cut by a large pair of scissors and a special engraved groundbreaking shovel. But the [...]

An Open Letter to My Husband’s Former Employer

2018-01-28T21:16:33+00:00 January 28th, 2018|It is well with my soul.|

To My Husband’s Former Employer, The cover of your Employee Handbook says it all; your mission statement printed in royal blue… clearly the focus. I normally don’t do things like this… things that might burn bridges. In fact, my mission throughout my work, is to turn walls into bridges. But I’m not writing to talk [...]

Eternally 500 Miles Short.

2017-09-05T21:57:53+00:00 September 5th, 2017|It is well with my soul., The struggle is real.|

I was sitting there at the table in Michigan, Huey Lewis and the News playing from Spotify – the song “It’s as Simple as That”. My brother David was on my right, my Dad and my husband Josh on the opposite side of the table. We were in the midst of playing a favorite card [...]

Everyone meet Eileen… She’s a real B.

2017-08-27T01:07:42+00:00 August 27th, 2017|It is well with my soul., The struggle is real.|

I was sitting there in her office. My shoes off, feet folded underneath me as I sat on the couch. A rather large stuffed dog with sad eyes was sitting next to me on my left, just chilling, staring at me. She said something, but I didn’t catch it, so I asked her to repeat [...]