This post is dedicated to my friend Katie. From then until now and beyond. May the adventures continue. May grace and monkey moments abound. Here's to another year, new changes, and who knows what else. Love you! Happiest of Birthdays! For those of you who are familiar with the Enneagram, this story will be quite ...
Category: Telling My Truth
gatorade saves the day.
There’s a weird part of my past that you should know. I was once a member of the boy scouts. I have the membership card and all. It was legit. “But, you’re a female! How could you join the boy scouts?” Such a great question. I was a member of the geocaching sector of the ...
oversaved baseball.
I didn’t grow up in a pro-sports home. The only time we watched it was on Sunday afternoons - and it was background noise for naps at that point. When I moved into the Swing house in 2011, I was quickly plunged into the world of sports. One of the things I remember learning that ...
tests.
Since my parents homeschooled my sister and me in the days before it was broadly accepted, mom wanted to make sure we were always hitting the expected bars that kids our age were reaching in schools around us. That meant taking standardized tests every year alongside other homeschool kids. One of my most traumatic test-taking ...
the clown day.
Some kids are scared of clowns. Some adults find them creepy. At the ripe young age of 6, I thought clowns were amazing. Especially since I knew one. In real life. Her name was Ike, and she was my adopted Kansas grandma’s sister. I found her incredibly entertaining. When Mom asked what I’d like to ...
kindergarten.
Two huge things happened to me in Kindergarten. I distinctly remember both of them. I guess they were so traumatic to my little brain that the experiences stuck. For good or for bad, welcome to my kindergarten experience. Mom and Dad put my sister and me in a private Christian school for the ...
spsbs.
This one is dedicated to my pal Chelsea. We've been through highs, lows, and everything in between. You're everything a kid could ask for in a pal, and I'm so grateful. Here's to new adventures, laughing about the past, and the power of presence. I love you! When I interned at Willow during the ...
oh the places parm shouldn’t go.
Sometimes, I feel like the world would be a better place if everything revolved around pizza. Especially with a healthy dose of parmesan cheese. This theory hasn’t proved me wrong except for one time. It was a family vacation week. My immediate family, Grandma and Grandpa Wells, and the Swing family were in the Colorado ...
throwback: the gnome saga.
It's time for another college throwback! This is how I began the journey of writing weekly college updates. In my quirky innocence, this story happened to me and is still one of my favorite college memories. Things to know: 1. Kaley and I enjoyed being floor mates my freshman year at ORU. She jumped on ...
just like that.
A group of us were sitting on the Swing’s front porch enjoying a warm, quiet summer evening. We were doing what I imagine folks have done for centuries. Small talk, acapella singing with three part harmonies and making up hypothetical tales. One of those tales has gone down in the annals of history and can be ...