Waiting On Why

2018-10-17T00:13:49+00:00 October 17th, 2018|It is well with my soul., meh., The struggle is real.|

It’s a question I hear often throughout my day. The one little word that holds so much potential for a child; yet so much frustration for an adult. The three-letter word that has the potential to either inspire a person to investigate further in wonder or throw their hands up in frustration. “Why”. The sneaky [...]

Late Night Confession – Control

2018-10-15T00:35:46+00:00 October 15th, 2018|It is well with my soul.|

It’s 11:06pm on a Sunday night. Which means that I really should be in bed… you know… sleeping. But here I am, on the couch writing because I know myself well enough to know what will happen if I don’t. It will start with the fan. I’ll crank it up to high in an attempt [...]

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 [...]