It’s a new year, but I haven’t felt very ceremonious about it (anyone else?). I’m the same me…and honestly, I’ve been pretty sad. Several people in my immediate circle love people who are currently battling cancer. We’re somehow two years into a global pandemic with no sign of anything improving anytime soon. Spending one minute

I’ve been trying to write for days and life has kept getting in the way, whether it’s been work or Christmas errands or this headache Christian and I keep passing back and forth. Thank God for free & convenient Covid-19 testing in Minnesota; the pandemic rages on, despite the lengthy denial speech I got from

I am running my finger on the edges of a wound That would heal if I only stopped picking but it gives me something to do with my hands; the busy countenance of an unsettled mind. I peel another strip of skin back, revealing More of the wound than I’d seen before It is wrinkled

It’s come up a few times over dinner. The parodies and memes appear on all my social media feeds. Everyone says I need to see it.  But no, I won’t be watching Squid Game. The premise is enticing – regular people (fictional characters), competing on a television program (a la The Hunger Games), in a

If fall had an official mascot, in our house it would be, undisputedly, a buzzing drone honeybee: busy, with an all too short lifespan. Still it’s been full of sweetness: walks in a seasonal kaleidoscope of changing leaves, falling toward us like confetti. Lola turning fourteen, surrounded by her friends who piled into our minivan

It’s Halloween, but I promise you that’s not why we skipped church this morning. The sun was shining, Lola was at a sleepover, and we were still in bed hours after waking, not being lazy (as Christian pointed out) but reading together. We are going through the bible as a family, and talking about our

September came and went like a whirlwind, full of energy, its chaotic swiftness leaving me wondering WTF happened as an entire month rushed by. I turned thirty five. Produced from start to completion two heartfelt documentaries with profound human stories for local nonprofits, and two silly commercials for a gala raising money for fostered dogs.

I grew up in a household that frequently experienced conflict. Oddly, there wasn’t much conflict with my parents directly, but between every other combination of family members, there was bad blood a lot of the time. My go-to response in conflict is to fight back — I once punched my mom in the face during