Week 12 Memory Verse
Eighteen years ago I stood on the pitcher’s mound at the old Milwaukee Brewers stadium. I was wearing a headset that was streaming the Beatles into my ears. With my pitch pipe in hand, I got my starting note and waited for the tech guys to turn off the music so I could begin the
Kindness Replaces Some of the Madness in March
A whole new language arises during the month of March in the house of a college basketball coach. We use words like “seed” and “bracket” in daily conversation, but even more curious, in my house at least, is the way my husband begins to use the word, “March.” In the midst of a tight game
What Makes Losing Easier
My past week: Tuesday: Arrive at the hotel in Cleveland and set the kids free in the pool while trying to stomp down the anxiety of beginning another season of March Madness as the wife of a Division 1 basketball coach. Wednesday: Text the friend I met several years ago in another tournament. Her husband
Week 11 Memory Verse
If I only sat down at my computer when I had something to say, I would never sit down at my computer. Seriously. I blog on Monday and Thursday mornings, so sitting down at my computer is kind of essential. At approximately 6:53AM twice a week, God hears the exact same prayer. God, what do
‘Neighbors’ Columnist Gets Well-Deserved Kindness
I am about to rat out my fellow columnist. In a good way, of course. Bob Lind has been writing the Neighbors column in the Fargo Forum since before I was born. Just kidding. But he has been writing it for quite a while, right around 20 years in fact. His words introduce us to
Week 10 Memory Verse
Have you ever gotten stuck on someone’s choice of words and therefore missed the entire point of what they were saying? It’s happens to me most frequently with the word “fine”. I’ll be nervous about going to an event and tentatively ask my husband what he thinks of my outfit. He responds with, “It’s fine.”
Netflix Series Sparks Ideas for Kindness
A strange thing is happening. The kids are fed, the dishes are done (sort of) and the couch begins calling my name. Actually, it’s not the couch that’s drawing me in, it’s the television. Ahhh, Netflix. I’ve always admired the beauty of being able to watch what you want when you want it, but at
