When I was a little girl, my grandfather hid quarters behind our ears every time we saw him. The quarters would appear out of nowhere. He did the same trick every time we saw him and every time we were amazed by his level of magic skills. These same quarters would also be “reward” when…
The Garden Warrior
When I was little, “underoos” were a thing. Underwear that suddenly turned you into a superhero. One Christmas my grandma thought it was a cute idea to buy all of the grandkids a pair. We stood in front of the Christmas tree adorned with colorful lights, all in a row, the five oldest cousins in our underoos….
Outside the Evangelical Bubble
I have never felt more out of place than I do with “Christians.” My first year in high school, I tried out for the color guard. Now, keep in mind I have about as much coordination as a two-year-old waking up from a nap with head cold, but there I was trying to make the…
Unicorns and Rainbows…..
“Being adopted is like having blank chapters in the story of your life.” – Adult Adoptee I remember vividly the night after we had been matched with our son from Uganda. I lay awake in bed just sobbing, what I thought was a release of emotions carried these past two years of waiting. My husband…
SheLoves- Ocean Loud Enough to Hold my Grief…..
I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. Follow the rest of the article here….
When God Held Space
In therapy “holding space” is described as walking alongside someone without judging or trying to fix anything, just hearing and being fully present in the moment. It means to offer unconditional support and letting go of our judgment and control no matter the outcome. I don’t want to brag or anything, but I know my…
Washed Clean
I cry everytime I take communion. Every. Single. Time. This is not true of me growing up. I was a good little Catholic school girl who grew up knowing the words to Hail Mary before I knew what the constitution was. Every Wednesday we went to Mass before school in our little plaid skirts,…
Tolerated Education
When my oldest daughter was in second grade a student in her class pulled a knife on the teacher. I was young and scared. And that is how I reacted: scared. I pulled her from the school and enrolled her younger sister and her into a private Lutheran school we could not afford. We ate…
What if your depression was a gift?
I married a teacher. I mean he wasn’t my teacher when I married him. That would be weird and illegal and make him old. I mean I happen to be married to a man who became a teacher. My brother is also a teacher, as well as my sister in law. Many of my most…
Why I am not celebrating Mothers Day this year.
When my oldest was six months old,we moved away from all family in the Mitten State to land locked Illinois. Three months married, moved to a residential home to care and raise High School boys. Twelve hormonal, eat all the food, wrestle all the feelings boys. You can do all of that math. It…