Tag Archives: Megan

Dear MOTBs: How do you do it?   How do you watch the child you swaddled, nursed and cuddled grow into a young man?  The child you got down on your hands and knees to play cars with no matter how mind-numbing it felt to drive around the same track over and over again.  TheContinue reading “A Letter to Mothers of Teenage Boys”

Dear Colorado: I’ve lived inside your borders since before I started to walk.  I’ve called various cities, towns and suburbs my home, from the Front Range to the Western Slope. I’ve cheered on bad-ass bull-riders at the Greeley Independence stampede, donned my country-best (which isn’t much but still…) at Grand Junction’s “Country Jam,” studied inContinue reading “A Letter to the Rocky Mountain “High” State”

Hey David, Most people know you as the extremely gorgeous, rock star wide-receiver for the New York Jets.  Or, the guy who caught the national-championship winning touchdown from Florida Gators’ quarterback, Tim Tebow.  But not me.   Honestly, I had never heard of you before today.  Didn’t know you from Adam.  But I just watchedContinue reading “A Letter to David Nelson (NY Jet and Future Adoptive Dad)”

Dear Writer’s Block, I have a serious bone to pick with you. According to Wikipedia you are “a condition, primarily associated with writing, in which an author loses the ability to produce new writing.” Why must you plague me now? What gives?! A team is only as strong as its weakest link and I haveContinue reading “A Letter to Writer’s Block”

I have a question for the seemingly infinite blog-o-sphere:  Are you full?  Meaning, is there any room in the inn for another blog?  Or, are you saturated, at capacity, and ready to throw up the “no vacancy” sign? I wonder this because our little tribe of three is adding one more blog to your alreadyContinue reading “A Letter to the Christian Blog World”

I love many of you.  In fact, lots of you are some of my very best friends.  But a few of you (and I’m guessing you know who you are) can be downright obnoxious.  Yet you do it anyway.  You insist on inserting your voice into the game in ways that are at best embarrassingContinue reading “A Letter to Fellow Soccer Parents”

You got home from school the other day, pulled out your school photo (the one with the stock elephant gray background) and observed, “Oh! I look so pretty…” My head swiveled from whatever nonsense distracted me at that moment and I breathed in the air of self-confidence you had just deposited in the room.  YouContinue reading “A Letter to My 11 Year Old Daughter”