Most of you (on my email list/blog readers) are a lot like me. Midwesterners of Scandinavian descent. Let me ask you something. Do you know what lefse is? If you answered no, this particular post is not directed to you so much as it is to my fellow potato-farming brethren. We Midwest Scandinavians like a […]
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I didn’t feel right about posting a secret song yesterday. I also don’t feel right about saying much. Partly because I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong things. But also because I’m listening and processing. It feels like I will be (and should be) for the rest of my life. I’ll just share one anecdote. Because
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I’m excited and honored to be this little guy’s dad, and proud to be his super-mamma’s husband. Magnus Justice Espe was born on May 16, 2020. Thanks to you doctors, nurses, and hospital staff who took care of us at your own risk. It’s strange to realize now that I don’t know any of your
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The audience is staring at you, waiting for your first note. You’ve got people to impress. A reputation to uphold. You’ve also got nerves so bad you wish you’d borrowed one of Grandpa’s diapers. I thought after years of singing in front of people I wouldn’t get nervous anymore. Unfortunately, that never happened. But I
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(Poll below.) We have three boys. Espe #4 (the series finale) arrives next month. We don’t know if it’s a boy or girl. We’ve kept the surprise with each of our kids until the point of no return. Last night I joked with my wife Heidi that my next blog post would be a poll
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I am writing you from a makeshift hunting blind on the outer edge of my backyard. My sons Silas and August sit cross-legged beside me in the cool grass. Silas holds a yellow mason’s string tied to a twig 30 yards away. The twig props a cardboard box leaning upside down over rabbit pellets. Rabbit
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