Remembering the Past

Left to Right: Grandpa Chum, Uncle Ross, my dad in 1966

I had a dream last night about my Grandpa Chum. My dad took my family down to see his old house and when we got there, all his things were still there.  The house was full of his stuff and his animals met us in the dooryard.  We went inside to look around and he [Read On]

Preparing for a new sibling

This is my favorite book right now, as it really gets at ways my daughter can be a "big helper" while also stressing how much mommy and daddy love her.

  My biggest worry about this new baby has to do with how my three-year-old is going to take it (although the closer I get to my due date, the higher labor ranks on the list!). I want her to love this new baby, and I don’t want her to feel replaced. I’d like to [Read On]

If you bring a pregnant woman on a girls trip…

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You’d better be prepared to stop for food on a regular basis.   And if you stop for food, you’ll need to follow that up with some kind of non-caffeinated beverage. If you bring her to a coffee shop be prepared to hear a good dose of whining about how much she misses coffee and [Read On]

Dream Outfit: Date Night, Movies in the Park

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Late-Summer Inspiration

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Here’s what’s been inspiring me lately. What about you? “You only have one life here on this Earth, and that life is yours to say how it will be spent, or not spent. Parents, well-meaning friends, etc., get no vote. Just you, and God.” – Richard N. Bolles, What Color is Your Parachute My friend [Read On]

A long trip to say goodbye

Gabe asleep on the bus that took us to Mexico and back in 10th grade.

When a high school friend died last month, I didn’t hesitate. I knew I needed to say goodbye at his funeral. The problem was I live in Minnesota and everything was happening 900 miles away in Colorado. And because of the tragic nature of the auto crash that took his life, his funeral was the [Read On]

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