We had a creek, but they had a pool. So why did they think we were the lucky ones?My heart pounded as my bare toes inched toward the edge of the steep ledge. I peered over the side, watching the water cascade down the eroded bank below me, and inhaled a slow, deep...
Let Them Be Bored
photo: freedigitalphotos.net / Ambro Every summer there comes a time when I hear those dreaded words: “Mom, I’m bored!” In the past, I’ve caught myself jumping in to help them resolve the problem. “I’m bored” was usually my first sign that a fight was brewing. Many...
“I Do it Myself”
Many years ago when Taylor turned two she began a wonderful (yet irritating) new approach to life: independence. Whether putting on shoes or brushing her teeth her motto was, “I do it myself.” “I do it myself” was most annoying when she thought she had it all figured...
Our Evening with Shawn Johnson
I just love this picture! When Curt and I heard that Olympic gold medalist, Shawn Johnson was coming to speak at an event in the Quad Cities, we knew one little gymnast that would love to attend. I purchased four tickets for me and my girls. A couple weeks later,...
Forget the List
My never-ending to-do list My girls have been on summer break for a week now. Needless to say, my routine is a little out of whack. Each morning I begin the day ready to tackle my to-do list. But before I know it, it’s time to drive someone to band camp. Or...
Are We There Yet?
It’s hard to be patient when there’s a long road ahead. Maybe your goals feel way beyond reach. That's when it's best just to enjoy the journey. A couple of years ago we drove to Florida. We would have preferred to fly, but the cost of five airline tickets...
Tractor Tunes
My girls also enjoyed Grandpa's tractors When I was a little girl growing up on a farm, I had lots of fun riding my dad's tractor. I know this probably wouldn't be allowed today, but I’d face backwards, safely resting back-to-back against my dad, with my little legs...
Three Great Reminders from My Little Gymnast
Madison @ State - April 2013 The noisy gym is full of activity. Everywhere you look, girls are cart-wheeling and back-flipping. They’re swinging on bars and kicking into handstands. But I’m only focused on one girl. And it’s her turn on the balance beam. A judge nods....
A Model for my Marriage
My gpa was behind the wheel, Curt's gpa rode shotgun One of my favorite memories from our wedding day was the ride to the reception. It was a beautiful day. A little breezy. Especially in the back of a 1909 Model T Ford. Curt and I laughed as I grabbed my veil, trying...
Getting a Grip on my Worries
My sweaty palms have nothing to do with the steamy afternoon temperatures. How did I let my husband talk me into this? One minute I’m nibbling on a funnel cake, and the next, standing in line for the wildest ride at the park. I plop into the seat and lower the padded...
My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Have you ever heard of the children’s book called, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Well, last Sunday I had one of those days. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. Maybe I stayed up too late Saturday night. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten...
Fighting an Invisible Battle
I've always known that looks can be deceiving. But my recent diagnosis of MS has made me living proof.For the past several years I looked fine on the outside. No one knew when I was having a bad day. Friends and family didn’t understand how I felt inside. (I didn’t...
Something’s Not Right – Part 2
Multiple sclerosis? Of course I’d heard of it, but I knew nothing about it. I resisted the temptation to Google it. On December 21, 2015 I met with a neurologist. “Now don’t look,” he said, “but am I pushing your big toe up or down or to the left or right?” I gave it...