Kindness fuels a little girl’s run
My daughter Jordan’s love for running began when she was in about second grade. She would lace up her little shoes and run around the block — twice. At one point she convinced me to drive her to Scheels, a sporting goods store, to buy a special water container that she could wear on her
Free phone line spreads message of kindness
Friends are great. They pull us out of our comfort zones and can rope us into almost anything — especially things we wouldn’t be brave enough to do on our own. My friends routinely talk me into joining book clubs, Bible studies and 5K races. I’ve even had friends try to teach me to cook
Mason’s superheroic mission lives on
The heart of a child often sees and feels things we miss as adults. That’s why I’ve been highlighting how kids’ kindness is contagious this month. I’d like to introduce you to one more special child who made a big impact in his short time. With Mason’s love for everything about superheroes, his parents, Ralph
Kids’ coins help recycle kindness
I learned something recently about my 13-year-old son. It turns out the tough guy has a deep streak of nostalgia. Charlie spent the first 10 years of his life in Fargo. At the end of second grade, we moved him to Ohio. Five years later, we’re back in the Dakotas, this time in South Dakota.
Olive’s challenge brings out the kindness in all of us
Four years ago in July, I had a breast removed. The diagnosis was stage 2 lobular carcinoma. To you and me, that simply means breast cancer. It seems like a lifetime ago, but if you bring it up to my family, they still have a lot to say about that time. And you know what?
D’s hugs remind us kindness isn’t so hard
Do you ever wonder if your kids or grandkids are going to turn out OK? I’ve spent more hours than I can count worrying about what my kids eat (or refuse to eat). I try so hard not to micromanage them, but gosh it’s hard. When we’re away from the dinner table, I wonder if
Kindness treats strangers as friends
When I was in college, I worked at a place called The Bridge Bar. It was appropriately named since it was indeed tucked next to a big bridge in a tiny town of about 200. Being on the river, we had lots of boaters each summer, but my favorite customers came in on Sunday afternoons.
