We’ve long used Earth day as a day of learning and fun. Last year we spent the day at The Great Cloth Diaper Change, an international event that aims to educate and raise awareness on the ease of modern cloth diapers.
With summer quickly approaching, our household has been dreaming of hot days spent in cool lakes. Naturally, Brad and I thought it would be a good idea to sign Marshall and Vi up for swim lessons.
Today, January 21st, 2017, is a historic day. Today- all across the world- women and their allies marched. Continue reading
Tonight was the 2017 Golden Globes. Viewers tune in for the glitz and glamor of Hollywood but tonight we were given the extra privilege of hearing Dame Meryl Streep give an acceptance speech that drew applause (and some tears on my part). Continue reading
I have a number of posts I have written and queued up since the results came out on Tuesday. Why the results are hurting a number of people, personal stories of why he (and his followers) do not represent me or support me, why we can’t simply just “get over it”…believe me- I have an opinion and have been writing. Writing, for me, has always been an outlet and therapeutic.
Nothing seems quite as fitting for the blog- or as hopeful for the future- as sharing some lessons I have learned from my children and how I will apply them going forward.
Recently, there was a “possible act of terrorism” in my home state. Cross Roads Mall in St. Cloud Minnesota saw a violent man tear through, leaving 10 people injured by stab wounds until he was shot by an off duty police officer.
St. Cloud is my husband’s home town, it is where we met at St. Cloud State University…I even worked in the Cross Roads Mall while going to college. This hit very close to home, very close to our heart. Continue reading
Yesterday, September 3, the long missing Jacob Wetterling’s body was brought home. And Minnesota wept. It was the single most talked about topic, weighing heavily on everyone. Continue reading
In our family, we show our love . . . a lot. We hug when we are happy, we hug when we are scared, we hug even when we are mad at one another.
I was raised in a small town in northern Minnesota; a town where the majority of the population’s last name ended in “son”. Like the majority of Minnesota, it was settled by Norwegians, Germans, and Swedes.
“Oh hunny, always put the tupaware up! Never put it in a bottom cabinet.” She softly instructed with a sweet smile and that southern drawl.
I returned the smile and sheepishly unpacked the box in the top cupboard, just thankful to be out of the car after a long move.
It was 2010, my then fiancé and myself just made the drive from Burnsville, Minnesota to a suburb of Kansas City, Missouri. The effects of the recession were still being felt and this meant hiring freezes at city, county, and state levels- not great news for Brad as he sought out a job in law enforcement. Finally, he was hired. We picked up our budding life together to transplant in this quickly recovering town on the river. Continue reading