Jessy’s Toy Box brings kindness to sick kids
Have you ever heard of Jessy Haberman? Barb Haberman, a summer resident of Detroit Lakes, Minn., introduced me to the little boy whose kindness has truly become contagious. “Imagine yourself at 4 years old having an infusion at a cancer center wondering, ‘Who are all these strange people and what are they doing to me?’
What the heck just happened?
Last Wednesday, I assumed we would spend the summer couch surfing while my husband looked for a job. Silly me. Never assume. Thursday, the moving van showed up. Friday, we loaded three kids and a GoldenDoodle into the car with everything we would need for the next three months. Saturday, we crushed roller coasters at
Birthday kindness proves giving is the best present
I celebrated my birthday at the beginning of May by asking people for ideas of little acts of kindness I could do on my big day. It was fun hearing about all the ways people had celebrated their own birthdays in the past. My favorite ideas came from Pixie Neece, of Fargo, who gathered her
See ya real soon!
I’m about to go dark on you. Not dark as in a trench coat, heavy boots and lots of black eye liner. I’m about to say goodbye. Okay, that was a touch overly dramatic of me. Let me try again. I’m going to dedicate this summer to writing a book that will be released by
Sometimes kindness is a perfectly timed surprise
In case you haven’t heard (because I only mention it every 15 minutes or so), I won a car on “The Price is Right.” I wish everyone could have something happen in their lives that brings them the pure joy that this surreal experience brought me. Patt Jackson, of Duluth, Minn., had something happen to
God, don’t you know?
What are you remembering this Memorial Day? Are you remembering to take the potato salad to Aunt Lucy’s picnic? Are you remembering the people who have fought for our freedom? Are you remembering the person who took a huge piece of your heart when he or she died? I’ve been living on the edge of
Kindness sees what others avoid
My friend, Heather, died of cancer when we were 30. I remember walking through a deli with her when she was deep in the battle. I noticed how other people looked at her out of the corner of their eyes. When my friend noticed another woman wearing a scarf over a bald head, Heather marched
