Lowering the Bar


I recently learned that The Tooth Fairy has been known to give children $10 for their discarded teeth.

I’ve attended children’s birthday parties that appear to cost more than my wedding. I’ve seen star charts created to award children for simply existing. Oh little Bobby is breathing so AMAZING today, isn’t he!!! Here’s $100.

This is insanity, people. Insanity. Why are some of you setting the bar this high?

When you act in this outrageous fashion it diminishes the sense of accomplishment I feel when I discover my child has a pair of clean underwear to wear.

I have no problem admitting that I routinely fail in my role as parent so perhaps I’m not the best to insist on some standard rules of engagement. But when little Timmy’s Easter haul is worth more than the GNP of Uzbekistan, I think we can all see that things have gotten out…

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An Open Letter to the Church from My Generation

It’s time for us all to open our ears and hearts!

"I Said I Don't Know."--and Other Answers to Hard Questions


I got to go to the Macklemore concert on Friday night. If you want to hear about how that went, ask me, seriously, I want to talk about it until I die. The whole thing was great; but the best part was when Macklemore sang “Same Love.” Augustana’s gym was filled to the ceiling with 5,000 people, mostly aged 18-25, and decked out in thrift store gear (American flag bro-tanks, neon Nikes, MC Hammer pants. My Cowboy boyfriend wore Cowboy boots…not ironically….). The arena was brimming with excitement and adrenaline during every song, but when he started to play “Same Love,” the place about collapsed. Why? While the song is popular everywhere, no one, maybe not even Macklemore, feels its true tension like we do in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. If you’re not familiar, here’s the song:

Stop–did you watch it? Watch it.

Before the song, Macklemore spoke really…

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If I Could Pause My Life Where Would I Go

My Happy Retreat


If I could pause my real life and travel anywhere I wanted to I would go to Italy.  I would find a nice family on a winery and help them in the fields.  I can feel the sun on my back as I bend to lift baskets full of grapes.  The smell of the ocean on the coast and the hustle and bustle of every day life.  As I hurry about my chores I am lulled by the sounds of the home, the music, the chatter of the children and the breeze on my face.  At night we celebrate the harvest with wine and dinner under the stars with friends and family.  The smell of the freshly made bread, the pasta and the taste of the wine not too sweet, not too dry.  This is as close to heaven as I have ever been.  The love and the beauty that surrounds…

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Do Angels Exist


Every morning I pray and I ask for a “rose” as a sign that my prayers have been heard and answered.  I just dropped off my daughter at college and returned to work.  I had a long, stressful and emotional day. When I arrived home I went on the internet and found this picture.  How befitting.  Not only did I get my “rose” but it was yellow, my daughter’s favorite color and she loves butterflies.  Does this symbolize an angel watching over my daughter? Does this answer my prayers?  I choose to believe that there is an angel watching over her and that my prayers for her saftey have been answered.  Dwell on the positive whether it be a miracle or a symbol.  For those are the little blessings that keep us going.</