November 30, 2018 KimHarms

The digital copy of the parenting through breast cancer issue of Wildfire Magazine releases tomorrow! I had the opportunity to write about walking through breast cancer with teen boys for this issue. Carter and Owen were in 8th and 7th grade when I was diagnosed, and were suddenly put in a very tough place where they had to think not only about mortality, but also about their mom’s boobs. We tried to be as open as possible with those guys without overwhelming them with more info than they wanted. I think we did an okay job, but they haven’t reached…

August 28, 2018 KimHarms 8Comment

Life is  hitting me pretty hard these days, so I’ve kind of been MIA. But today I need to share one quick little story from my family’s backpacking trip this summer. And I’m going to break my own rule of NEVER posting a first draft. (I’ll probably regret it tomorrow.) I’m giving you an unedited version of what my brain is telling my fingers, because that is about all I can handle right now. Around mile 13 of our marathon 14.5 mile day on the Superior Hiking Trail, after hiking for more than 10 hours in sweltering heat, my poor…

November 2, 2017 KimHarms

I wrote the following little story several years ago as a guest blogger at Leanne Shirtliffe’s website. I recently started receiving spam comments with advertisements for Cial@s and Viag@a and realized this post was the culprit. I guess if you mention male anatomy multiple times in a post, crazy drug companies will find you eventually. (You’ll notice I added an @ symbol to certain words in the hopes of avoiding more comments from prescription drug companies) 🙂 Reading through the story again made me giggle. I’m reposting it today in the hopes of making you giggle too. My Lewis was five…

October 6, 2017 KimHarms

It has long been a prayer of mine that God would make me aware my children’s gifts and talents. And that He would help me to be a dream cheerleader not a dream squasher. I used to watch my friend, Cinnamon, (yes that’s her real name) and think, “She’s got this mom thing figured out. I want to be like that.” When my boys were just toddlers, I watched her let her 15-year-old daughter play in a band. She invited that band to practice (drums and all) in her house. And she supported them when they sought out coffee houses…

June 27, 2017 KimHarms 4Comment

Photo courtesy of Rachel Vespestad Every time I drive past the high school building looming by the cornfields on the outskirts of town, my palms start sweating. Maybe because my high school friends scarred me for life by making me watch Children of the Corn in the 90s. More likely it’s because the sweet six pound baby, whose chest movement I observed closely on a nightly basis to be sure he was not dead, will soon be navigating the gauntlet of secondary education. It freaks me out a little. And it’s gotten me thinking about the things I…