Show me a picture that makes you smile
Even if your life in general is going swimmingly, I would venture to guess you have things in your sphere that aren’t awesome. My husband doesn’t have a job yet — not awesome. My dog was sick as a dog this week — not awesome. My creative juices are all dried up (with three big
Kindness overflows during times of trouble, including during 1997 flood
Shortly after we were married, my father gave Saul and me matching work boots. I remember being perplexed at the time. We didn’t live on a farm and I wasn’t known for my manual labor skills. Sure enough, Dad was right. In 2009, my husband and I donned our matching boots hour after hour as
Same sweatshirt, different day
I never post on social media on Saturdays or Sundays. I’d stand on my pedestal and say, “The weekend is reserved for my family” but the truth is I’m just a little bit lazy and I like to sleep in. I couldn’t sleep this past Saturday so I shuffled into my office, threw on some
Kansas Kindness: What you look for is what you’ll see
You know what’s better than one third-grade boy in the back seat of your car? Three third-grade boys in the back seat of your car. In the course of a 15-minute ride, my son Ben will ask at least 150 questions, including, “Mom, does Area 51 really exist?” “Mom, do you think there will be
The F Word and High School: my basketball coaching husband lost his job
He turned in his keys, his parking pass, and his staff ID. My husband is no longer employed at Ohio University. I won’t say he was fired because as a general rule I don’t use the “f” word. His contract was up and the Athletic Director decided to go in a different direction. A gentlemanly
Winter provides unique weather for kindness — and surprise Dairy Queen cakes
Are you sick of winter yet? I know. Stupid question. I’m in Ohio, so we’re seeing promises that spring will indeed arrive, but I remember all too well the 10 winters we lived in Fargo. Even if there are signs of new life, another cold spell comes blasting in and March feels like the dead
Treasures in the darkness
I woke up this morning and knew I couldn’t write. As a general rule, I don’t like to write for public consumption (for other people to read) until I have processed my thoughts and feelings about an event. Sometimes writing helps me think things through, but in general, I have to come to a conclusion
