I don’t think I talk about my faith a lot. I think I try to live it, I try to let what I do speak for who I am. I try to be kind, try to treat people how I would want to be treated. I try, to the best of my ability to make… Continue reading Figuring out the silence
I’ve been in Bellingham for two years this weekend. That’s insane. I kind of can’t even fathom it. That I’ve been here for two years with all the ups and downs and tantrums (by myself and by toddlers). I’ve learned more here then I can articulate. The main thing being, I am very, very glad… Continue reading You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
To my Royal Family, I put off writing this as long as I could, mainly because I didn’t want to start crying. So, obviously writing this on an airplane is something that sounded right. I’ve been closing my week of royal family out for the last 4-5 years or so with a letter to you,… Continue reading To my Royal family 2017
A day or so into camp I was asked if I’d write a letter from the perspective of a camper. I got teary-eyed just contemplating the words I’d scratch on paper. There are a few key things that get me every year at camp. So I took a couple mornings in the gazebo and part… Continue reading To my counselor: a letter
I have a mere five days left as the lead teacher to 16 two year olds. I’ll be taking six of them to continue the journey in preschool. But, man, two year olds. They are all the things. And I’ve loved them. So though they will probably never read this, this is a letter to them.… Continue reading to my 2 year olds; with love, teacher meg
About two months ago I had this outlandish idea. For my birthday, all I wanted to do was construct a big table, cook a bunch of food and combine all of my Bellingham friend groups. Combining friend groups is tricky. Mixing and mingling between multiple groups of humans where, for the most part, you’re the… Continue reading But first, celebrate.
The kind of lovely thing about a basically mid year birthday is that you can stop and reflect about what has happened since the calendar year changed as well as what has gone on since your age changed last. Seven out of the twelve months of this year were lived in 2016. And we all… Continue reading My dear 31, you were kind of a bitch.