Holding the World in Your Heart

In a chaotic, scary, and often broken world, it’s tough to go through it without a mom still around to be that guiding light. Even as a grown woman with my own children, I will always pine for those days of waking up on Mother’s Day, hoping to make my ‌mom feel special. That probably won’t ever go away, but when I see my children getting up with that same excitement and energy, I know how truly blessed I am, even if I have to say Happy Mother’s Day to a headstone. But that’s the thing about Moms. The good ones never truly leave us. They live on in their children and grandchildren as a continuous reminder that a Mom is more than just a person. She is a legacy built on years of endless love and support that lives on long after she is gone.

Being without a mom on Mother’s Day makes me endlessly thankful to be surrounded by so many amazing moms from whom I draw strength daily. These women are all a beacon of hope and light in a world that doesn’t have enough of either. None of us are perfect. As moms, we are often ‌so afraid of what we may be screwing up that we easily forget all things we are doing right. May we learn to take cues on our success not from what society says, but from those who know the fruits of our labor. Today we should look into our children’s eyes and see in them what they see in us. Not the sum total of all our failures, but the outright certainty of all our success! We aren’t all doing it the same. But the thing that binds us together is unconditional love for the children who can sometimes stretch our patience and sanity, but for whom we’d still lay down our lives. Motherhood is also definitely a sisterhood, and I am blessed to be part of it with so many exceptional women.

So, once again I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there. No matter which one you are, and I suspect we all might be a bit of everything, I wish you all the love and support that every mom deserves today and always!

To the Perfect Mom: You exist in your own imagination and, boy, are you amazing!

To the Perfectly Average Mom: You may or may not pack the perfect lunch or say the perfect thing every time, but you’re pretty sure the kids will survive just fine either way.

To the Endlessly Energetic Mom: You never met a project you didn’t volunteer for, and other moms often look at you in wonder and say, “Damn!”

To the Worrier Mom: You cringe every time your littles walk out the front door because the world is a scary place. 

To the Yeller Mom: You’re seen, you’re for sure heard (especially in the summer with the windows open), and you don’t mind if people know that sometimes those kids you’d lay down your life for can be real assholes! 

To the Worn Out Mom: You are tired as hell but still kill it day after day for your family because that’s just who you are and you couldn’t stop even if you tried. 

To the Endlessly Patient Mom: No matter what, you always seem to have poise, grace, and understanding in any situation, and who other moms look at and say, “Ha, yeah maybe in another life I could be that amazing!”

To the Nice Mom: You don’t get angry about bad grades as long as the kids tried their best, you will help clean up messes you had no part in making, and you always understand (even if it means you have to bite your tongue clear off!). 

To the Mean Mom: No one wants to be you, but let’s be honest, you are pretty much the bedrock of ordered society!

To the Judgmental Mom: Because, well, sometimes you just can’t help it!

To the Non-judgmental Mom: Because, thankfully, sometimes you see the struggle and can say, “Yep, been there!”

To the Mom Too New to Know Yet: Godspeed and God Bless on your journey to self-discovery!

Remember that thing you did that one time?

“You pretty okay too.” Mr. Miyagi – The Karate Kid

I don’t think it is a secret that most authors don’t get into writing as a way to make money. If that’s the assumption, I can tell you plainly it’s a tough way to make a buck! Most of us just want to tell a good story… a story worth reading that, when it’s put down, the reader can sigh and say, “Well, I really enjoyed that!” That’s really all that most of us want out of this journey, to just know that what we’ve put out in the world helped make someone else’s life a little brighter. It’s a pretty simple dream.

But sometimes I forget that stories have the power to do so much more than entertain us. They have the power to change our perspective, to make us think, to open our minds to new possibilities. I guess I just never thought my little story would have the power to do that for someone else. So, imagine my surprise when I opened my email the other day only to see a message from a reader, a woman I do not know and have never before met, who came upon a copy of my book. She read it and took the time to message me about how it impacted her. She said it made her think of things in her own life that she needed to face from past grief. My heart about stopped when I read her message through teary eyes. And of course what made it so special was the fact that I do not know this woman – we owe one another nothing – but she took the time out of her day to track me down and send this message to an unknown, untested author so that she could express what it meant to her.  It was an incredible gift to receive for a writer. Literally the highest compliment. 

In the past several days since this happened, I have been thinking about the courage it takes to let someone know they’ve impacted you. To let someone know that something they have said or done has left its mark in a positive way on your life. It’s a humbling thing to admit sometimes that we are not an island unto ourselves in this world. We all need inspiration, perspective, guidance, and the feeling that we are not alone in our struggles. 

I guess the point of this story is, you will go through this life and 99 out of a 100 times you won’t know whose lives you are touching with your kindness or creativity or humor or intelligence or compassion or whatever other gift you bring to this world everyday because most people won’t come out and tell you. They may not even realize your impact until much later in life when they look back and remember you fondly. But the important thing is not that they come out to tell you how great you are, it is to keep using your gifts in whatever way you can to be a beacon of light for others regardless of the credit you receive for it. What better feeling can there be than to live a life knowing that by being the best version of yourself, you are also helping others in a way you may never know. And if by some chance you do find out, be grateful and humbly remember all those who did the same for you. 

Dance with the ones that brought you

This week I got the opportunity to sit down and meet with someone from my past who I hadn’t seen in 25 years. This person was a beloved high school teacher who, by nature of his passion and dedication to writing and teaching, was someone I was honored to acknowledge in my book as an inspiration. It’s almost surreal to sit down and catch up after 25 years, but it was an experience that made me humble and grateful to remember someone who has touched my life, even many years later.

People come and go out of our lives for many reasons. Sometimes we may not ever remember they were there in the first place. But for those who touched our lives in a meaningful way, that shaped part of who we are and how we see ourselves, there will always be a part of our heart that is touched by their kindness and inspiration. And it’s that memory that can go a long way in helping someone realize that they can see in themselves what others see in them and be inspired to do great things because of it.

Sometimes those people encouraging us may be ones we haven’t spoken to in years. But the memory of our time with them is enough to help keep putting one foot in front of the other and move forward. That’s the power of human relationships… often they transcend time. 

In whatever time we have with the people in our lives, there is always the opportunity to be someone special that a person might remember many years later with fondness. In the expansive darkness that often colors our world, sometimes we must supply our own bright light… and if we are lucky, we will get to share that light with others who need it too. And if we are really lucky, they might just remember that kindness many years later when they really need it. It’s never too late to remember those who’ve inspired and helped us on whatever journey we’ve been on.

Make Someone Cry

In a way that has absolutely nothing to do with my actual book, I have to say I was not prepared to publish it. I was not prepared for what it would mean for my life. I was not prepared for what it would teach me about myself and about the people that I surround myself with. I expected people to be happy for me. I expected my friends and family to rally around me. But what I did not expect is the degree to which those things happened and the extent to which it would affect me. To say I have never been a crier would be accurate… I’ve never been one for emotional outbursts, minus the occasional road rage ramblings behind many a slow Toyota driver. But in the past several days, as I’ve readied my book launch, I’ve legit cried every day. I haven’t cried this much since my mother passed away 12 years ago. But perhaps it’s fitting that as I finished the final step of what I promised her over a decade ago that I would end it with tears. Only this time, they are not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

They say you find out a lot about the people in your life when something bad happens. Were they there for you? Did they call you? Did they ask how you were doing? But I’d posit that you can find out the same in the good times too. When people show up for you, whether expected or unexpected, even in good times, it can mean the world. I’ve always known I have great friends and family. So it should not be surprising that they would all rally around me at this moment. But it isn’t the shock that has me emotional, it’s the fact that even though I should have expected it, I was still unprepared for it. Or at the very least unprepared to realize what it would all mean to me. Which is absolutely everything wonderful that words can not express adequately. Hence, the happy tears.

This is not about book sales. I couldn’t tell you how many books I’ve sold since launching because I haven’t looked as of this writing. It’s about being given a reminder of how blessed I am. And how grateful I am for the people in my life. I hope it can serve as a reminder to not only be grateful for those in your life who you know would show up for you in good times and bad, but also as a reminder to be that person for someone else. Be the reason someone smiles or cries tears of joy.

Easter: the miracle we don’t deserve

“For God so loved the world that He gave his only son, so that everyone who believes in Him might not perish, but might have eternal life.” John 3:16

Easter is the holiest and most blessed day of the year for Christians across the globe. It’s the day that Christ defeated death and in doing so, saved the world from sin and misery. We’ve heard the story preached a thousand different times, and it should never fail to remind us just what God sacrificed for humanity.

God sent His son to die to save a world that could never and would never be able to repay that sacrifice. He watched His son suffer for a world that continuously rejected Him, turned on Him, and proved over and over how unworthy we were of being saved. That’s the depth of God’s love for humanity. It’s a love we don’t always deserve and debt that, even though we are called daily to try, we can never fully repay.

The true miracle of Easter is the resurrection of Jesus. But in that miracle lies a sobering truth… it’s a miracle we don’t deserve. It’s a miracle we can never fully understand. It’s a miracle we can never truly know depth of. But that is what makes it the most important and enduring miracle of all! God knows all our flaws and loves us anyway, unconditionally in a way that’s deeper than the greatest love a parent has for a child. For what God gave us was more than life conquering death, it was also hope casting out darkness.

Easter, stripped down to its core is eternal hope. It is the ultimate desire for that which is good and right. And that hope is the only reason humanity can succeed. Hope is the whole reason we strive to be better and do better. Hope is the beacon lighting the way to the future. Hope is Christ, and it is the greatest gift humanity has ever been given. No, we don’t deserve it. But that’s what makes it truly miraculous. God gave it to us anyways knowing how we would fail. Knowing how we would fall short. Knowing how we might lose our way. He knew all this and still somehow said, “they’re worth it!” I often think, “are we?”

But, as much as it may not seem like it at times, we are worth it. Not because I say so or anyone else says so, but because God said so. To believe it, look no further than Jesus on the cross. Look no further than the empty tomb. Look no further than the light inside every Christian faithful who knows and believes. We may not deserve what we’ve been given, but we are worthy of it nonetheless. Remember that today of all days when sin and death were conquered with love and sacrifice. It’s the least we can do in humble and eternal gratitude for the salvation and hope we were all given on this day.

Happy and Blessed Easter to all!!!

“Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” – Pope John Paul II

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

“Peter, take my hand!” Gamora, Guardians of the Galaxy

A decade has gone by as if no time at all. Ten years ago today, I lost my mother to cancer, and I sometimes feel like I’ve lived an entire other life since then. And then there are those moments when it feels like it could have just happened yesterday. I lost my best friend, my cheerleader, my rock, and the woman who helped shape me into the person I am today. My children lost a grandmother. My father lost his beloved wife. The world lost an amazing woman. But today is not a day I choose to dwell on the loss or sadness. Those days are over, not because I don’t still feel pain or sadness at losing her, but because it’s been a long while now since I’ve focused on the joy and gratitude at having been lucky enough to have her in the first place. 

Jesus said in the famed Sermon on the Mount, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” I never really understood that growing up, even with my catholic school upbringing. How can those who mourn and have suffered loss ever consider themselves blessed?  

But it takes experiencing loss to sometimes understand just how blessed you are, not for who or what you’ve lost, but for all the things you can seek to gain if you let yourself embrace grief to turn it into something even more poignant…Peace. Pardon the Marvel metaphor here (although I suppose it’s actually a simile if you want to get technical), but grief is a lot like the Power Infinity Stone, too great for one person to bear, but when shared among those we love, a conquerable burden. That’s what Jesus meant. Those who mourn will be comforted because they will not walk alone, not for a single step. That’s the part that will, over time, reveal a lasting peace. 

That peace comes in every text from a friend on this day letting me know they are thinking of me and my mom. It comes in extra hugs from my husband and kids today, hugs that come without words, just the shared knowledge that we all know why. It comes in a rainy trip to the cemetery that ended in sunny beauty. It’s being able to remember all the parts of my mom, even her faults, and realizing it’s never too late to embrace again all the things you thought you may have forgotten. It comes in sharing stories and traditions with the people I love that keep my mom alive in my heart every day.

In short, that peace comes by continuing to live on, not in perpetual mourning, but eventually in a shared and joyful grief with those around us who loved as we did, or helped share our burden, or said something kind, or made us laugh in a time of sadness, or held our hand as we cried, or perhaps just offered a sympathetic smile on a bad day. 

There’s so much hope in grief, but it takes time, patience, and a willingness to allow happiness again before we can see it. Those who mourn are truly blessed, not because we’ve lost, but because we endure. And if we let ourselves share the burden and take someone’s outstretched hand, we can eventually endure with a grateful and happy heart. 

Failure is always an option

“Sorry fellas, I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud.” Band judge, Back to the Future

Any goal or dream we strive for in life incurs the possibility of failure, and that failure can come in many forms. Whether it’s that project we screwed up at work or a childhood dream we never realized, failure never feels good. It’s an all too real representation that sometimes, no matter how hard we try at life, we just aren’t good enough. At least that’s the lesson so many take from failure. We say, “I did my best”… but then you know what they say, “losers always whine about their best.” That’s undoubtedly true. And sometimes being that loser is inevitable, even if we did offer our best. 

I’ve tried for over two years to land representation with an agent to get my book published. It’s been over two years of edits, query letters, research, hope, despair, and rejection. I’ve faced the dismal odds I know exist for someone like me to make it in the publishing world, and I can say with certainty that I didn’t beat those odds. I’m not the “all it takes is one yes” success story. I’m the “this isn’t the right fit for me” or the “I’m going to pass on this, but best of luck, blah, blah, blah” story. I’ve spent years waiting for someone to see in my writing what I do, that it’s good. And that I belong there. Ultimately, I failed. It’s humbling…and maybe even embarrassing. I failed and everyone knew I was trying. 

But a funny thing happened on my road of rejection. Far from the total dejection I fearfully expected, I’ve never now been more confident in my abilities. Not because I’m a moron who can’t see the writing on the wall that all seems to be telling me the same thing, “You’re not good enough.” But because each one made me work harder, do better, learn more, and ultimately to become better at my craft than I was before I started this journey. Every single one was an opportunity to take a good long look at myself and say, “Your best isn’t good enough anymore, so what else ya got?” And what I had was resilience, perseverance, and in an unexpected twist, the confidence to not only course correct and go on, but to ultimately change course altogether. 

Because here’s the funny thing about failure… unless it sticks, it’s just another bump or detour in the road. That road may not be leading you to the place you started off wanting to go. But those detours can be just as great, if only you learn from that path behind you. Failure is only failure once you give in. Failure is only failure if it kills your determination and drive. Plowing through the failure is hard, humbling, and ultimately somewhat soul crushing. But it’s also part of every journey that’s ultimately going somewhere incredibly meaningful.

So, now, I do this my way. I go out on my own and my success or failure will be all mine, and either way, it will be one of the most exciting and meaningful experiences of my life. My writing, my hard work, my determination, and my love for my craft will drive me to the destination of a journey I’ve been on since childhood. And I’ll get there. Not because I haven’t failed, but ultimately because I have, over and over again, to bring myself to this moment in time. And I could not be more excited and more ready than ever to make my mom proud! 

It’s okay to be afraid to fail. It’s okay to have self doubt. It’s okay to have moments when you want to give up. But always keep going, even if it means you limp along for a bit. Always persevere even in the face of failure and rejection, because that’s when it means the most. That’s when it will be most rewarding, when you have to dig deep to keep moving forward, change course, and push through. Whatever the end ultimately brings, I’ll bet you won’t find yourself saying, “Hey, you know I wish I hadn’t tried so hard.” Instead you’ll be saying, “Damn, it feels good to know that I at least had the courage to try at all!” 

The one with the Mother’s Day Reflection

In a chaotic, scary, and often broken world, it’s tough to go through it without a mom still around to be that guiding light. Even as a grown woman with my own children, I will always pine for those days of waking up on Mother’s Day, hoping to make my ‌mom feel special. That probably won’t ever go away, but when I see my children getting up with that same excitement and energy, I know how truly blessed I am, even if I have to say Happy Mother’s Day to a headstone. But that’s the thing about Mom’s. The good ones never truly leave us. They live on in their children and grandchildren as a continuous reminder that a Mom is sometimes more than just a person. Sometimes a mom is a legacy built on years of endless love and support that lives on long after they are gone. And while I can’t say I parent the exact same way my mother did (let’s face it, the 80’s and 90’s were just a different time!), I truly hope that I have taken the best parts of her guidance, patience, love, and selflessness and passed them on to my own kids. 

Being without a mom on Mother’s Day makes me endlessly thankful to be surrounded by so many amazing moms from whom I draw strength daily. These women, my sisters and sister-in-laws, mother-in-law, friends, aunts, cousins, and coworkers, are all a beacon of hope and light in a world that doesn’t have enough of either. None of us are perfect. As moms, we are often ‌so afraid of what we may be screwing up that we easily forget all things we are doing right. May we learn to take cues on our success not from what society says, but from those who know the fruits of our labor. Today we should look into our children’s eyes and see in them what they see in us. Not the sum total of all our failures, but the outright certainty of all our success! We aren’t all doing it the same and we don’t all have the same vices or virtues. But the thing that binds us together is unconditional love for the children who can sometimes stretch our patience and sanity, but for whom we’d still lay down our lives. Motherhood is also definitely a sisterhood, and I am blessed to be part of it with so many exceptional women.

So, once again I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there. No matter which one you are, and I suspect we all might be a bit of everything, I wish you all the love and support that every mom deserves today and always!

To the Perfect Mom: You exist in your own imagination and boy, are you amazing!

To the Perfectly Average Mom: You may or may not pack the perfect lunch or say the perfect thing every time, but you’re pretty sure the kids will survive just fine either way.

To the Endlessly Energetic Mom: You never met a project you didn’t volunteer for, and other moms often look at you in wonder and say, “Damn!”

To the Worrier Mom: You cringe every time your littles walk out the front door because the world is a scary place. 

To the Yeller Mom: You’re seen, you’re for sure heard (especially in the summer with the windows open), and you don’t mind if people know that sometimes those kids you’d lay down your life for can be real assholes! 

To the Worn Out Mom: You are tired as hell but still kill it day after day for your family because that’s just who you are and you couldn’t stop even if you tried. 

To the Endlessly Patient Mom: No matter what, you always seem to have poise, grace, and understanding in any situation, and who other moms look at and say, “Ha, yeah maybe in another life I could be that amazing!”

To the Nice Mom: You don’t get angry about bad grades as long as the kids tried their best, you will help clean up messes you had no part in making, and you always understand (even if it means you have to bite your tongue clear off!). 

To the Mean Mom: No one wants to be you, but let’s be honest, you are pretty much the bedrock of ordered society!

To the Judgmental Mom: Because, well, sometimes you just can’t help it!

To the Non-judgmental Mom: Because, thankfully, sometimes you see the struggle and can say, “Yep, been there!”

To the Mom Too New to Know Yet: Godspeed and God Bless on your journey to self-discovery!

The one about Judgment

Why are you the way that you are? – Michael Scott

What is the dumbest thing you judge other people for? Mine: people who have their windshield wipers on at a rate not commensurate with how hard it’s raining. Wtf people?! How do you handle the constant back and forth of dry, soul sucking scraping as the wipers protest furiously gliding across nearly dry glass as they squeak and streak in agony during a light drizzle and yet somehow not realize relief from the suffering is only a switch away?? I’ll never understand. There are varied settings for a reason! 

But all joking aside, the point of thinking of the absolute dumbest reason to judge another person is to hit home the fact that everyone does it. It’s part of human nature. And to be honest, not all judgment is bad and we make those types of judgments every day, some to our everlasting advantage. Judgment saves lives, judgment creates well-being. Judgment means we make choices that benefit us. And yes, sometimes that judgment is about people. The point being that judging people isn’t always bad on its face. The fact isn’t that we judge others, it’s what that judgment tells us about ourselves that’s important. Judgment tells us what we value more than it tells us what we don’t value in another person. 

Most people judge because it’s easy. It’s easy to form an intent without facts, it’s easy to say “oh I’d never do that!” It’s easy to claim the moral high ground when you have no idea what motivates the other side. Judgment draws a line between people of right and wrong, good and bad, virtuous or not… which are the wrong things to focus on. Your judgment might tell you about the type of people you want in your life, or a thing you’d never do that someone else did. But what it doesn’t do is reflect on the person you are judging. Our judgment only ever reflects on us. It’s what we value, where we draw a line, what we would do or not do. Sometimes that judgment may reflect well on us, and other times, maybe not so much. That’s not to say judgment without understanding is a good thing. And that’s not to say being more judgmental is a good thing. It’s to hit home the fact that there’s a time and place for judgment about people and we all know the line. But in a world where people are now judged for literally everything they do, even sometimes from years ago, now is a good time to remind ourselves that most of the old adages are still true about walking in others shoes or living in glass houses and casting stones. Not because rash judgment makes us hypocrites, but because often we don’t know what the hell we are talking about. 

It’s easy to judge people as degenerate morons because they irritate us or disagree with us. In some ways, it’s therapeutic in the same way that everyone thinks they are the best driver in the world while everyone else is basically a plague on humanity behind the wheel. It’s a self-esteem booster. And especially in the age of COVID, hyper-partisan politics, and social media, it gets easier and easier to claim you have the moral high-ground, the scientific superiority, or the more virtuous heart. 

It’s also easier to make a snap judgment about someone, thereby dismissing them completely, than to try to understand them. Understanding takes time. It takes communication. It takes opening your mind to the fact that there are opinions, feelings, and values other than what you may hold dear. And what’s even scarier is the prospect that you may find out you haven’t been right all along! And even if you don’t come away in agreement, because chances are you won’t, it’s still a lot harder to judge someone once you’ve understood what drives them. 

So to all the degenerate windshield wiper users out there, my humblest apologies. I can’t promise you won’t annoy me next time I drive in the rain, but perhaps I’ll rethink my conclusion that the whole of your existence is measured by the timing of your wiper blades.

The one about Betty White

The laws in St. Olaf are very stringent. Their motto is, “Use a gun, go apologize.” ~Rose Nylund

Much digital ink has been spilled about the passing of Betty White, a true national treasure, at the ripe old age of 99. Being that I grew up on the Golden Girls and that my mother was enchanted with the Mary Tyler Moore Show, which we watched on Nick at Nite reruns together, my appreciation for all things Betty runs pretty deep. America lost an icon… a woman dedicated to making people laugh until the very end, and who will, if we are all raising our kids right, will be making future generations laugh for years to come. She was paired with some of the truly greats in comedy and leaves behind a legacy that will likely be unmatched for some time. As the last of her cast mates from Golden Girls to pass, Betty’s continued presence in the limelight, her unfailing humor, and her irrepressible spirit have done so much to cement that show as one of the greatest sitcoms of all time. Imagine being part of something still so culturally significant 30 years later. 

Betty’s sad, though not quite unexpected, passing is bittersweet. Bitter because we lost someone great who never forgot what made her who she was or why everyone loved her. Her family and friends lost a beloved soul that they will hopefully mourn with a smile. But at the same time, the sweetness comes in the tributes I see to her legacy. In the fact that her death is bringing people together, and oddly enough, giving me a bit of hope that maybe we aren’t all as divided as it seems. I have to believe she would be proud to know that she was a uniting force in the world. And maybe it’s not enough to overcome what ails us. But it’s a heartening moment to realize that at the right time and for the right reasons, maybe we would be able to do it. Perhaps that is the uniqueness of comedy, that ability to bring us together, make us laugh, and give us hope or even just an escape from the everyday. That’s what Betty White did her entire career and it’s why she will be remembered for years to come. 

Betty White will always remind me of watching Mary Tyler Moore with my mom late at night. She will remind me of my college roommates, with whom I watched reruns of Golden Girls with and laughed at every single one. She will remind me that an entire series I have on DVD is just itching to be dusted off and watched all over again. But most importantly, she will remind me that comedy isn’t something that just makes you laugh, but that also feeds your soul when you share it with people you love. Comedy makes memories. Comedy heals. And comedy, when done the way Betty did it, is often truly unforgettable. 

Rest in Peace, Betty. Your legacy, and the legacy of the greats who went before you, lives on in all those who enjoyed your humor for so long. Thank you so much for so many years of making us laugh. And here’s to hoping that big St. Olaf in the sky welcomes you home with open arms!