Convention time

Convention time

It sucks without Derek here. My mom hates that word, and I hesitated to use it here because she reads my blog, but the truth is when he’s gone it’s like the bad word. Nothing is the same. We try to do fun stuff, like going out with friends for dinner at...

What is wanted, what is needed

My last post was gushy, perhaps annoyingly so. The river! Great life! Sweet husband! Everything is beautiful! That’s all true and real and worth documenting. But before that was this: a long, miserable period in which I sat around and prayed for something I...
10 years ago

10 years ago

Due to our epic trip to Germany and France (long post coming soon!), we missed call week at the seminaries. I sometimes watch online, or at the very least read all the placements for candidates, vicars, and deaconesses from both seminaries the mornings after....
Don’t let the bed bugs bite

Don’t let the bed bugs bite

I’ve been a sleepwalker since I was a kid, most notably in sixth grade when my best friend Malfrid moved back to Norway, and I sleptwalked up the street to her apartment building and sobbed on her landing because the door was locked and she was gone, and back...
Thankful

Thankful

Since it’s November and since there must be an up after the down, my thoughts this Thanksgiving week have turned to thankfulness. Not the evangelical blogger Instagramesque #gratitude kind, just the normal “Wow, I have some amazing people around me who...