Noelle was a college classmate of mine. We went to a small, private Lutheran school in northwestern Minnesota. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but with fewer than 600 students in our graduating class, everyone knew everyone. Noelle married her college sweetheart and has three kids; her young…

My friend was in a car accident a year ago. A pretty big one. Big enough to crush his suburban into a small ball and launch it across a busy intersection. In the days following the accident, he told us the story. How he was stopped at a stoplight. How he looked in his rear view mirror. How h…

I had a friend going through a break up. A hard one. A confusing one. One she wasn’t entirely sure was right, but she was at a crossroads and it was time to make a decision. We spent many hours together as my kind, beautiful, energetic friend talked through the ruins and wondered which path …

If you have children who nap, you know the trip home from preschool can be a perilous one. The kids are exhausted and all they want to do is pass out the first moment they are clicked in.

One of my favorite things about November is our annual trip to Coronado to visit my in-laws. With summer a distant memory, the beaches are relatively empty and the air is uniquely crisp. Every morning we throw the kids in a stroller and set off for Starbucks for coffee (for the adults), then…

I don’t think there is anything more ruthless than the opinion of a 3-year-old girl. My daughter’s honesty has bruised me on many occasions. I regularly have to beg her to tell me she loves me, but if I forget to shave my legs one morning, she will shoo me back to the shower… leaving me to w…

Yesterday I met with one of my mentors. It’s always a love-hate experience. What I love about seeing my mentor is he expects and believes great things of me. What I don’t love about seeing my mentor is I’m never as far along as I want to be. Sitting with him makes me desperately impatient wi…

It was my first night on my first trip to New York City, ever, and the pressure was on. We were 10 minutes away from leaving our (budget) hotel to meet a friend for dinner, and I was staring blankly into my suitcase. There was simply nothing among the many options I had packed that was perfe…

It was January 2007 when I received the invitation to my first charity ball. A “gala,” as Michael (my then-boyfriend) called it. I think it was a children’s charity event, and while I was excited to help children, I was equally as excited that I – me – was going to attend a gala. My heart so…