From Personal Writing

My first mate on the journey

Last night, Dr. Marry and I attended the Jeremiah Program gala, Journey for Hope. Jeremiah’s mission is the idea that you solve poverty and inequity two generations at a time by housing, educating and taking care of young single moms and their children. It’s a mission near to my heart because in so many ways,…

Aging on the outside, forever 15 on the inside

I’m up early in the dark, on this cold and snowy Saturday morning; weather that is far too cold and snowy for the time of year. Exhausted from a week of being sick (again) and wrapping up funding meetings and our 12-hour day of online giving that was successful. Not “knock it out of the…

Battered and bruised but still trying

I’m in a super vulnerable place at the moment. My work side, I guess my professional life, has taken some enormous hits of late. We were a finalist for a significant grant prize in the region and found out last week that we didn’t receive it. The feedback I got from them was maddening. The…

Putting my money on family

I am just home from a whirlwind 48-hour trip to San Jose, CA to be with much of my extended family to celebrate the life and mourn the loss of my dear sweet Aunt Corinne. I’m exhausted like you are after you cram years of catching up with a group of people who, on the…

Leave the shore behind

I went back to school when my son was 20 months old. The night before I was scheduled to start, I went over to my mom and step dad’s house. I was in a blind panic about going back to school. I felt like Quinn was too young to go to daycare, and I was…

A Day of Loss, LEGO and (the start of) Love

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was one of those late summer days that help you endure the brutal, long winters we have in North Dakota. The sky was Robin’s egg blue, the glorious clouds were like cotton balls glued on to construction paper and the sun was shining, reaching every nook and cranny of our apartment.…

Here’s lookin’ at you…or me…or…

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever liked my body. In the 46 years, eight months and nine days I’ve been on this planet, how many of those moments have I not had some fleeting or crushing thought about how I look? I know the answer is very, very few. My life, for as long as…

In conflict with faith

This post is part of a larger piece of writing I am working on, but I think/hope there is enough context to make sense as a stand alone piece. The older I get, the more I realize I live somewhere in the netherworld between faith and doubt, between spiritual and pragmatic, between traditional Christian beliefs…

The best meal I’ve ever had

I’m re-listening to Joan Garry’s podcast “You’re Doing Meetings All Wrong” with Priya Parker today after having re-read Parker’s book, The Art of Gathering this weekend. And Joan just said something that really stuck with me. She said that her wife used to run the Food Network and once said to her, “You know that…

Rolling up my sleeves to get to work

I’m excited tonight, which is an odd word to use in light of what I’m about to say we were just at, but it’s the word I am going with anyway. Two weekends ago, Dr. Marry and I went to Pride in the Park because we both agree that it’s not enough to just be…