Kelly Jo lives her life just how she writes, with lots of exclamation marks! Her Saint Paul home is filled with noise from her fantastic husband, Jon, and their four spicy kids, Owen (‘07), Evan (‘08), Kierstin (’10), and Calvin (’14). She loves her family, her faith, adventure, people, meaningful conversation, the world at large, laughing, and is always armed with a good hug waiting for someone who needs or wants it. She often drives a different way home just because and has more embarrassing stories than two lifetimes put together! She loves coffee, honesty and any reason to celebrate! When she is not building forts or reading books aloud to her kids, she can be found working as a paraprofessional in her school district.
It’s Earth Day 2022! Growing from the first Earth Day in 1970, the goal is to diversify, educate and activate the environmental movement worldwide. Together, we can make a difference...
Do you need a true inspiration story? How about an honest tale of grit and stick-to-it-iveness? Because I have one – and it’ll make you cry, melt your heart, and...
This isn’t your typical first-day-of-school recollection story. Nope. It’s not really about what I remembered that day, but about what he found important. An experience valuable enough to be tucked...
Living with a Tween is hard–almost as hard as being a Tween. (While the definition of the term varies, for this post I consider Tweens to be 10-14 years of...
Germs. The arch-nemesis of mom’s everywhere. I have four kids – all of whom are home sick from school today. Fevers, body aches, sore throats, coughing fits, and low energy...
It’s time to clean up and clean out the house. Yes, let’s throw away that broken toy that has been stored in the maybe-I-can-try-and-fix-it-pile on top of the fridge. No,...
Nature shows are amazing. I have learned about animals I never knew existed in places I still can’t pronounce. I’ve watched sloths elegantly fording the river, monkeys with their high-flying...
The three times a week my little guy has preschool; his oldest brother is also with us for drop-off. I barely have my mom-mobile in park before my eldest unbuckles...
I get it. Being a mom often times means holding the line, enforcing the rules, and forcing – I mean fostering – a change in behavior. I am fully aware...