Happy Father’s Day!

One of my favorite memories with my Dad this year was surprising him at his induction into the South Dakota High School Basketball Hall of Fame in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.  The banquet was held right around the time of the state tournaments in March.  Basketball was a really big connector for my family—both watching and playing.

I wasn’t a great player by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m sure I was better because of Dad’s coaching and shooting hoops after supper.  My Dad actually sent someone into the locker room at half time to tell me that I wasn’t getting my feet off the floor on my jump shots in a game against our rivals, Gregory.  He was right and I don’t remember exactly, but I suspect that didn’t make me jump much higher.

It was a privilege to hear all of the other high school basketball stories from around South Dakota.  We laughed, we cried and we celebrated hard work, talent and competitiveness.

So on this Father’s Day in 2017 thank you for helping create the woman I am today.  And if you don’t feel like claiming any responsibility, well that’s OK too Dad.  No harm.  No foul.


Happy Dad’s Day


This is one of my favorite photos of fatherhood. This is actually my Dad with my son, Ellis. Every time I see this photo it reminds me of South Dakota Saturdays when I was growing up. A little yard work meant the possibility of getting to drive the back roads to the dump when I was 10 or 11 and maybe an ice cream cone. Not such a bad way to spend a Saturday in exchange for what I would guess was very little labor. Dad, just so you know, I am a much harder worker on my own lawn and garden now. All of those Saturdays weren’t wasted.

Happy Father’s Day!