A teacher, the run
Running, especially running hard, requires a sort of submission. You submit your body and mind to the work. You submit to the workout on the schedule.…
Shall I still try?
I ran into the sky this week. My 5:30 a.m. run brought me closer and closer to sky until I was there; running through it, running…
002: Books on my nightstand
I listened to an episode from the podcast, “What Should I Read Next?” for the first time about a month ago. I was shocked that the…
The real MVP of working from home
The real MVP of working from home goes by many names: Mauve Moment, Street Cred, Certainly Red, and many more. From here on out, I’ll be…
001: Books on my nightstand
The other night I looked over at my nightstand and laughed. It was basically overflowing with books—some finished, some not yet started, some paused in the…
A message from the robin perched outside my window
For the full effect, press play on this. Then, let it play while you return to read the words below. Over the weekend, John and I…
What are you not worrying about?
There’s some worry in the world right now. Are you feeling it? I am, too. It’s showing up in odd places like how my body feels…
Unexpected utterances of two years of marriage
This week John and I are celebrating two years of marriage. It’s today, actually. Yes, St. Patrick’s Day. No, we didn’t have green beer at the…
Where to store the stuff (a brief poem)
It’s somehow still here even after a hurried thrift store drop-off.
In the ordinary
Quietly pulsing in between those more rare and uncommon big moments are the smaller ordinary moments where we’re doing life. Life is lived in the ordinary moments of grocery shopping, eating breakfast, doing work, calling mom on long drives, and making lefse.
