Two years ago I started a journaling practice where I visualize my biggest dreams and goals and then write them out as if they’ve already happened. One of my big dreams was someday owning Galleria 214 – a gorgeous historic building in downtown Cambridge, Wisconsin. January 20, 2020 was the first day I wrote out
Lessons on a Softball Field
Kate decided to give softball a try this summer after being inspired by watching our Cambridge High School girls softball team (conference champs!) and discovering one of her favorite grown ups (Jamie Downing) was the youth coach. She started the season with literally zero experience (she’d never even touched a softball before), joining a team
Rylee John Hetzner
Today would have been my loving nephew Rylee’s 23rd birthday but tragically his path on this earth ended when he died in a car accident this past May. Below is the eulogy I gave at his funeral services. I thought I’d share it here, both to honor him on this day, and also for his loved ones – including
The Mountains Are Calling
At the end of 2019, G and I had one of those chats about our family’s finances, goals, and budgets for 2020. (You know – the sexy stuff.) Thanks primarily to my husband who’s pretty focused on these sorts of things (and never goes to Target), we were achieving one of our big financial goals and
We Heart Barn Quilt Road Trips
…that time a reporter called me to chat, and I assumed she was writing for a small local paper, but it actually turned out to be The New York Times. It was such a thrill to see mine and Kate’s mother/daughter “barn quilt hunting” road trips mentioned in The New York Times! I was contacted by
Hell of a View
Five years ago at kindergarten pick up in the elementary school cafeteria I saw a mom sitting off by herself, clearly not interested in conversation or making new friends. Challenge accepted. I sat down next to you and started chatting away about building our new house and moving to Cambridge, while you thought, “Who the
Kate’s Laundry
I ironed one of Kate’s shirts today. (Something I never do.) I was folding her laundry (something I still do; she washes and I fold) and noticed it was a little wrinkly. I knew she wouldn’t mind the wrinkles, but suddenly ironing that shirt seemed like a tiny treasure to the mom in me. Kate