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
Beware the Teenage Years, Or Not
It’s funny how the same circumstances can look so different when you take a moment to stroll around the perimeter of a problem. My daughter turned 13 yesterday. Well, sort of yesterday — she’s a Leap Day baby, so she only gets a birthday once every four years. Don’t feel too sorry for her. With
Week 9 Memory Verse
“I don’t know what to do. My life is too stressful. Something’s gotta give. If I quit my job, the stress will be gone, but then I can’t pay my mortgage. Everyone wants something from me. I can’t keep up.” The woman sat next to me with pleading in her eyes. She wanted me to
