home

In a post I swear I shared yesterday, I wrote about my decision to follow the call to Guatemala with a group of thirty-nine other kids (kids is a relative term, after all). And now, we are home.

I’ve spent the past several days attempting to process and figure out how to communicate what happened in Guatemala. I’m also trying to process the 700 photos I took. That’s the fun part, though, because I get to re-live the daily events every time I look at Caleb’s photo-bombing face them. Continue reading

#fbf: nine years

So … #fbf. Is that a thing? You know what I’m referring to, right? No, not Facebook friend. Flashback Friday … you follow? Well, for your benefit I looked it up and sure enough, Urban Dictionary says it’s a thing so there you have it. Who says you don’t learn anything new on Friday?! Pfft. Continue reading

a special thank you

I might say a little too frequently how proud I am of my little hometown. I was just sharing with my sister last week how people look at me funny when I say I’m going to a football game. Or, maybe it’s not that they look at me funny, but that they say thinks like, “why are you doing that? you’re 27 years old?” I don’t bother correcting them on my age. I can’t help it I look younger. But yes, I still go to high school football games. I am that weirdo. Continue reading

seventeen

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My dearest, sweet Alyssa,

I’ve been watching you. I feel so fortunate that some of life’s circumstances resulted in your becoming a much greater presence in my (and Connor’s) life these past couple of years. I’ve watched you become a beautiful young woman as you (and your sister!) have helped me care for my little man.  Continue reading

leaving the legacy

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I’ve been wishin’ and hopin’, and thinkin’ and prayin’ … for about the last eight months or so that I would get at least another year out of my car. Unfortunately, I learned this week it was just not meant to be.

You see, I love to drive and up until my last couple of vehicles, it showed. Well, I guess it wasn’t my love for driving that showed so much as my love to drive quickly … and maybe, just a little stupid? Continue reading

the people you meet and how you can help

So, just over eight years ago I learned I was pregnant with Connor. The year prior wasn’t easy. Becoming pregnant was a task in and of itself, but I was thankful when I found a group of women online on a similar journey. These women would become my “mommy friends.”

Sadly, that really is what I always call them. It’s just the easiest way to describe this deeply-connected, honest, loving, steadfast group of moms. We’ve moved around the InterWebs over the course of the past eight years. Our lives have all changed pretty significantly too, which I guess is to be expected for a group of 65ish people  Many of us had more children; some of us got divorced; some of us got re-married; some of us went back to school and pursued new careers … all fairly common over that period of time. But, there were some events that none of us could have foreseen and those were the times that we all rallied around each other and I once again learned the capacity of human beings to care for one another.

Today, though, the focus is not on the group but on an individual whom I’ve come to love dearly. Her name is Mollie. Mollie is a single mom to three beautiful children. She is one of the most humble, sweet women I’ve ever “met”. (No, I’ve never had the opportunity to meet Mollie in person. She’s sort of an imaginary friend, but not. You know?)

Anyway, two years ago Mollie was diagnosed (quite suddenly) with Type 1 diabetes and she’s been facing some pretty severe side effects already. Her endo has recommended she get an insulin pump but unfortunately, she’s been denied by her state-provided insurance. You can read more of the story here.

Mollie posted the other night in our private Facebook group, not with a plea for money, but just that she’s been feeling so awful. Almost immediately, the mommy powers activated to start securing funding for this pump (they can cost upwards of $6,000). I just looked and her wonderful supporters have already raised about 1/3 of that. How amazing is that?!

I have a few people that read here. Would you read a little about Mollie and consider giving? I don’t ask for donations, well, pretty much ever, but I wholeheartedly believe that when a number of people commit small acts, big change can occur.

Thanks in advance for any support you could offer – even if it’s just spreading the word!

Support Mollie

why i miss monday nights

For the last seventy or so weeks (ok, 13ish), I’ve been glued to the tv on Monday nights. It’s not always at the same time (DVR, for the win!), but I usually tune in on Monday to watch the trainwreck otherwise known as The Bachelorette.

Now, I know what you’re gonna say … ‘Seriously?! It’s not real! You can’t fall in love in six weeks. No one ever gets/stays married!’ And my response would be … Everyone is entitled to their opinion. In fact, I even took a vow with two of my good friends once to never.watch.again. I can’t say what season it was (because I don’t recall) but somehow, like a fish takes the bait, I was lured back in. I am now officially a part of “The Bachelor Nation.” Wow, that does read as corny as I thought it would. Continue reading