Monday, August 3, 2020

Friendly Information on Keeping Kids Safe in a Time of Covid

I want to keep kids safe. I think nearly all of us do and in this uncertain age, I do not envy parents and their constant barrage of Sophie's choices they face in trying to protect their kids.

However, I want to also combat myths about keeping kids safe.

A lot of my work involves helping people understand who it is that we need to protect children from. There are a lot of myths out there about who harms children. The most persistent is probably one that both you and I were taught as kids (and you're going to have to hold your outrage here, so I can explain).

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

98.6

So Sunday night I had a bout of illness.

Of the imaginary kind.

It didn't stop me from staying up all night.

Friday, July 24, 2020

Who Will Defend the Children?

This post reflects my personal views and opinions, and not those of anyone or any organization I have worked for or with. However, my career has influenced my views, and as a fully integrated person, I don't just leave my work and my thoughts about the people I serve at the office. 

Child sexual abuse, including child sexual assault, molestation and exploitation is devastating to its victims. It not only impacts someone physically, it leave emotional and psychological damage, and wounds the soul.

I have sat with child and adult survivors of child sexual abuse. I have listened to shattered children sob as they have recounted to me what happened. I have read allegations aloud in court. I have counseled adult men and women still reconciling what happened to them decades later. I have provided consultation, support and recommendations to other professionals working in this arena. It has been my honor and privilege to be trusted with these stories. 

Saturday, July 18, 2020

One of the Best

I moved to Fort Wayne, Indiana in the summer of 2001. I had just graduated college, and was reluctantly following my boyfriend to a state and town I had no desire to live in, so we could try dating like what we thought were "real people," since we had been the long-distance thing for years. I got a job at a residential treatment facility for children. He was working in ministry doing a variety of things in the city's urban core. I volunteered for him, and for years we would grab 15 passenger vans, drive them into first one and then eventually two different low-income housing complexes. We'd pull up and kids would appear from everywhere and nowhere, climbing into the vans, pleading with us that even though this was supposed to be a program for kids 12 and over, they needed to bring their little brothers or sisters with them or they couldn't go. Routinely, there were more than 15 kids in my van, and while I tried to make sure there were seat belts for all, I am quite confident that somewhere in the back of that cavernous space, there were kids sitting on top of other kids, hiding under the seats, and generally jamming in so they could go too. We'd drive over to Anthony Blvd, and pull up to this big old Lutheran church. The kids would pile out, to be greeted by Elvis Netterville with a big smile.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Yard Life

I have several blog posts started, and unfinished, because there's a lot I might want to say about life in America right now, but can't quite get it out. Suffice it to say, its sad and hard and I feel discouraged about a lot of things, in particular, how we seem to have lost the ability to care for each other.

However, until I figure out what I want to say, let me tell you about the yard life around here. The hummingbirds are currently entranced with our feeders, a pheonomena that just started yesterday, but has lots of them coming for a snack all day long. Since the one feeder is in the middle of our kitchen window, I have a full on view of our visitors. Did you know hummingbirds have tongues? They do, and I can see them licking their beaks!

This evening, we also had a mama deer and not one, but TWO babies! They had dinner, and now the babies are wrapped up like tiny cinnamon rolls, taking a full on snooze in our yard. Eric is out on a storm and has the good camera, so I don't have great photos. But basically all work has stopped around the house and I'm just staring at these little guys. I might be in love.

I mean, what's not to love about these tiny faces???

Sleep well little guys. And mama, I'm available for babysitting.
The barely discernible blobs in the center are
our new twins.

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Another Mountain Deferred

Two years ago, I pulled out of the Pikes Peak Marathon and the NYC Marathon because I was fully broken. Cracked femur, multiple torn muscles, tendinitis in the IT band that ultimately meant 7 months of physical therapy and doctor's who told me I could "walk for 10 minutes" and that was it. It was awful. I got really depressed, I gained weight, I dropped off social media and my blog to get away from it all. I came crawling back last year, and made it across both the start and the finish lines of the NYC Marathon, in all its wonderful glory (even if it didn't feel quite like a comeback in the gastrointestinal sense...)

But my mountain was waiting for me, asking me to return like a siren song.

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Medium Rare

I think I need some humor today. Maybe you do too. Turns out, I can be, on selective occasion, relatively funny. So let me tell you a story.

I don't know if you remember, but it was possible to get sick with something other than Covid in the days before the pandemic. The first week of January, when coronavirus was just a small issue in one city in China, Eric had a week of new staff orientation up in Denver. He stayed in a hotel and met with people from all over the country. I left on the weekend for my nephew and niece's baptism, and was gone. Eric came home part way through that weekend.

He was sick.