October 21, 2020

On August 7th I stood in the emergency room entrance with Nels waiting to go back and see Nash. At this point, I hadn’t called my family yet to let them know what had happened. Nels kept urging me to call them and I kept saying “Not Yet”. The third time he gave me the very stern voice and look that only and he and my Dad have ever been able to get away with and said, “Karen, you have to call them!” I shook my head “yes” as I walked over to the corner to call my mom....

August 5, 2020

I have been a worrier my entire life. Unfortunately, it is just the way that the Good Lord created me. I got tested for my first ulcer when I was in grade school - even at the ripe old age of 11, I was always worrying. There is no good reason behind my worrying and its something that I struggle to control most days. It may be worrying over something big that involves the kids or it could be something completely immaterial that wakes me up at 3:00 am and keeps me fro...

March 11, 2020

Our daughter has always been a little bit more of the quiet, reserved type - never one to want to be in the limelight and always a little nervous about trying something new. She has a huge love for people and is one of the most generous souls I have ever known, but it takes her a little bit to warm up to people and feel comfortable. I have no doubt that she gets some of these traits from me. Given that information, Nels and I were both a little surprised when she as...

December 18, 2019

I have been waiting for this day to hit because it does every single Christmas since 2015. That’s the year that my dad passed away. I remember that first year without him felt insurmountable. The pain was huge and I convinced myself that time would heal it and the next year we would all feel “normal” again. That first Christmas, the loss of him hung over my mom, my sister and myself like a black cloud, stealing part of our joy. How is Christmas ever the same when th...

September 5, 2019

The other night we wrapped up our day with our family in the kitchen talking about what all went on at school and work. What started as an innocent and fun conversation, soon ended in frustration and tears from our son. A simple conversation about the day created a complete meltdown by our entire family and concluded with me yelling at him for not being able to hold his emotions together and crying over something ridiculous. It wasn’t until I was lying in bed at 11:...

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