Just Don’t

Like millions of other Minnesotans and Midwesterners, I spent much of last weekend in tears. When I wasn’t crying, I spent the rest of my time on my knees praying for the family of Jacob Wetterling. Much like other moments in history, I remember exactly where I was...

Hungry for Sacred

Two years ago, I entered into the most sacred three months of my entire life. My beautiful mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer at 62 and was given weeks, to perhaps a month or two, to live. She was gently told by doctors that there was nothing they could do. Upon...

10 Years Later: The Aftermath of Grief

I sit alone in my room. Kids are tucked into bed. Husband is downstairs watching a football game. The soft glow of light shines from my bedside lamp. Snuggled against the pillows, this place is my safe haven. A place I find rest and peace from the busyness of each...

#PrayforParis

I was driving home from the dry cleaner when I heard the news blip on the radio. Something bad had happened in Paris, and there were hostages. Oh no. It couldn’t be affecting any of “My Frenchies,” could it? I immediately began to pray. Oh God, protect the innocent....

When You Decide to Choose Joy

We found my sister’s journals after her death, tucked in a bookshelf corner in the office she spent time dreaming in. Endlessly innovative, she spent hours haunting HomeGoods and perusing décor magazines, the journals yet another outlet for her creativity. When she...