April 15, 2019 KimHarms

A few days ago, I attended a funeral. The mother-in-law of my best friend. The mom of one of Corey’s closest friends.   It was a heart-wrenching year for Josh and Marti as they watched an aggressive cancer swiftly strip Judy’s life away. But it gave us the opportunity to watch them do hard things with grace and patience and love. And for that Corey and I are both blessed. For reasons I don’t know but am very thankful for, 18 years ago when I was eight months pregnant God said, “Hey Kim, meet Marti. From this day forth, your assignment…

March 30, 2019 KimHarms 2Comment

My grandma died unexpectedly 30 years ago yesterday. As the third oldest grandchild, I’m one of the few of my generation who was blessed to know her well. She used to take me shopping. She let me eat bowls of whipped cream. She gave squishy hugs, her purse smelled like band-aids and her Kringla was amazing. She was proud of me, and I knew it because I could hear it in her voice when she spoke. My grandma lost her husband to cancer when she was very young, and she was left with five kids age six and under to…

March 14, 2019 KimHarms

I’m super excited about this new logo designed by Haley Knudsen. I love words, but I’m not great with design. I’m thankful people like Haley are. I will be working this logo into all of my social media an maybe it will show up on a book someday 🙂

March 5, 2019 KimHarms

Sometimes I get a little bummed that I haven’t been offered a book contract yet. Editors at a couple of my dream publishing houses have taken interest in my proposal, but they’ve not been able to convince their teams to take on the project. My agent, Karen Neumair, is awesome and I’m still over the moon that she is working with me to make Life Reconstructed (tentative title) become a reality.  But rejections can be deflating, and the waiting is hard. On particularly frustrating days, I wonder what in the world I’m even doing. But a few weeks ago I…

December 18, 2018 KimHarms

  If you would’ve told me at age 22 that I would become the mama of three boys and learn to love backpacking, poop jokes and football, I would’ve said, “Um, no, I don’t think so.” If you would have told me on my 40th birthday that I would receive a breast cancer diagnosis one month later, I would have said, “You’re off your rocker. I hardly even have boobs to begin with…how in the world can they be cancerous?” If you would’ve told me one year ago that I would be typing this sentence with a dog on my…