Biking let’s me escape. To think. To pray. To plan.
It was grueling. It was long. It was exhausting. But it’s over. The annual Meire Grove Church Supper is in the books for another year.
In my last column I said I was going to try slowing things down a bit. Well, that’s not working out so well. Actually, things are happening at a pretty fast clip around here.
Thoughts about my four kids, including one getting ready to select a college, have been churning in my head.
Scribbling hope. That’s how I would describe my attendance at this fall’s Diocesan Council of Catholic Women conference on Saturday, Sept. 17. I usually write down things that people say or something that I read that touches me in my little cheapo composition tablets from Walmart or Target. Kind of like, treasures of the heart. […]
Shortly before I started the fifth grade, my family moved from a farm in South Dakota to the farm where my mom grew up in Minnesota. Naturally, with this move came a change in schools. I went from public school to a Catholic grade school. This was my introduction to sisters — as in nuns […]
Where do people get this “lazy days of summer” notion? It just hasn’t happened, as far as I can feel.