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Sunday Fun Day

  I hope we never lose our spontaneity. Today we got away from our normal routine and spent the afternoon in Duluth. I have been there many times but we ventured out of our comfort zone this time and found a new ice cream stop, a park with beautiful flowers that led to the water, and a new place to dine. Thank you God for adventures and moments of new perspective....

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Ordained

Our lives have been absolute chaos lately. We've moved (a mile away) and have had several youth events since my last post. Camp. Camp. District Conference. Holland. A missions trip. And countless hours around bonfires with friends and students. And to top it all off, my husband got ordained in the Wesleyan Church almost a month ago. And while I can sit back and soak in what this day means, what it felt like to sit with friends and family and...

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Surgery and the Lie That is Primetime Television

Let me start off by saying hospital drama shows are one ginormous lie. There is no good looking, charming anesthesiologist. He's actually a jerk. And he doesn't look anything like McDreamy. You don't have a heart to heart with your resident doctor and swap relationship advice. Real hospitals are ugly. And gross. I recently went under the knife for a minor nose surgery. Problems with migraines and breathing, and a 0.001% chance of smelling again were reason enough for me to...

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Calm and Chaotic

It has been over a month since anything has been posted on Harris and Willow. Part of this is severe procrastination. But mostly I have been overwhelmed. In just a few short weeks, our friends moved, we've begun to move, and I'm prepping for (very minor) surgery tomorrow. As an obvious introvert, I have come to thrive in quiet moments when I can pour some iced coffee and dive into my writing. But this month Patrick and I have both been on the...

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Under the Tree

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." This proverb is all too true for a business called Under the Tree in Northern Uganda (with business operations in Northern Wisconsin). What began as a simple way for the Gulu women to create beauty turned into a means of supporting their families. It's the brainchild of two friends, Kelsey Kidder and Caylin Muehlberg. They began their entrepreneurial journey in...

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Picture Perfect

Her eyes were burning into the back of my head. I could feel it. I was standing in the checkout lane at Target. I had been driving for 8+ hours, was just over an hour from home, and I was wearing the same exact thing that I wore the day before; but by this time my leggings had stretched and were baggy. Like really baggy. Nearly parachute pants, it seemed. My hair was tied tightly on top of my head in a giant...

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The {Messy} Art of Intentionality

On March 17th, it happened again. That moment where I read exactly what I needed to read. Patrick and I were in the middle of a disagreement. It had been one of those weeks where we had about thirteen and a half seconds in between work, meetings, and youth to look at each other and say "Hi! How was your day? What's for dinner?" Between prior engagements, work obligations, and general busyness of day-to-day life, we had failed to have any...

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Besties, Babies, and the Bridge

Alyssa insisted we do the shower today. I told her I wasn't ready, but all the guests told me this was the only day that could work. So we approached the cafe that I had never seen yet booked, a dark building with hardly any windows. They didn't close the cafe for us. Not only were we not alone, it was also the early bird special so the Q-Tip tour had packed it out. The walls and chairs were covered...

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Fear and Sadness and Skiing

Work was less of a success and more of a minute-by-minute juggling act one week last month. Most evenings had busy meetings or demanding commitments. Being an introvert and also fairly new to working again, I was in desperate need for alone time. I get energy from cozy blankets and quiet atmospheres - quite opposite of Patrick, who craves people and busyness. The movie "The Martian"? That will be my heaven. Jesus will be like "Here's your own planet. Holler...

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