I am not a fighter. I don’t confront. I’m a mild mannered person. Last Sunday, for the first time in my life, I confronted someone who is not part of my immediate family. After spending Mass with shaking hands and a racing heart, I knew that I could not let this one go. The gloves went on.
Humility and the Greek Freak.
I'm dabbling in fiction with this. The Dad in this is in no way like my own dad who is marvelous and patient.
Discussing moral relativism with teenagers has it's challenges.
September, 2018 I’m driving north on Hwy 41 for probably the 800th time in my life. I toggle between Relevant Radio and WKLH and when Africa comes on I turn up the volume. Loud. And sing along. Loud. It’s not pleasing but that’s okay. There are no kids rolling their eyes, moaning “Moooom” as if … Continue reading A Sorrowful & Surprising Summer
I cried from Bismarck to Minneapolis. It wasn’t pretty. I laid on the seat in the third row of our SUV heaving, sobbing, snorting, blowing. I grabbed tissue after tissue from the box and left a wet spot on the pillow. I tried to cry quietly because I didn’t want the kids to hear but … Continue reading The Bittersweet Good-bye
It was to be a meeting of the minds. The youngest earned his drivers license and was itching for more freedom. He sees our use of Find My Friends as a statement of non trust. We decided to negotiate. Raising toddlers involves physical endurance ~ sleepless nights for both child and parent, temper tantrums that … Continue reading Meeting of the Minds
When the sun comes up each morning and I sip my coffee quietly while reading the newspaper, I see that the world is a messed up place. People in one place are killing each other and over there another elected official has done something immoral or heinous. There is hunger, homelessness, uncontrolled fire and sadness. … Continue reading When the World Roars: A Love Letter to Soccer
and the two shall become one flesh (Eph 5:31) Two became one on August 7, 1993, and today that one turns 25. Here's what I've learned marriage is: still looking forward to him coming home from workfeeling comforted when I see him lying beside me in the nightusing "we" more often than "I" being thankful he … Continue reading We are 25!
How is the clothes chute like our relationship with God? Read on to find out.
