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…

Universe 1, Dayna 0, right?

Long post ahead. Also, this is part of a larger piece of writing I am working on, so know that a few things might feel out of context. I think it will all explain itself if you read to the end. And if you don’t, your life will likely go on just fine, so win-win…

Until this ends, we are all white nationalists

I’m looking through social media today, reading headline after headline about the two, in fewer than 24-hours, most recent mass shootings in El Paso and Dayton, and I am so angry, so furious, so incredulous that this is my country that my fingers can hardly keep up with my brain. And I know I’m not…

I now have the time, so what’s next?

“I do not claim to have any particular genius. But sometimes, I dream that I’m sitting in a dusky room at a kitchen table across from another version of me, who sits, unbound by time, quietly drinking a cup of tea. ‘I wish you’d visit more often,’ she tells me. And I wonder if that…

When halfway isn’t nearly far enough

Dr. Marry and I go to spin class 3-4 times/week. I often gripe about it because I’d always much rather be sitting somewhere comfortable, reading or these days writing. But he’s totally committed to it, which is ultimately great because it’s good for me to actually exercise a little now and again, and there was…