Three Perspective on Well-Read Mom – Part 1

NadineYear of the Pilgrim

This article was originally published in the ‘Year of the Spouse’ Journal. Well-Read Mom team member Beth Nelson asked three WRM group leaders, from three different states, to reflect on their experience in WRM over the years. Megan Vera writes from South Bend, IN, Kristee Flynn leads a group in Stillwater, MN, and Holly Peterson joins us from Sacramento, CA. Beth Nelson: How did you decide to lead a WRM group? Megan Vera: I first heard about Well-Read Mom from a friend. She brought up the idea to start up a group because she knows I love to organize events. I jumped at the opportunity. I had just finished my graduate studies and was longing for a way t o continue delving into rich, beautiful, and intellectually-stimulating literature. I didn’t have the courage to put together a group on my own, but with Well-Read Mom providing the structure and community support, I was given the courage to start one up. Kristee Flynn: I had recently moved to Stillwater, MN and joined St. Michaels’ Church and was eager to get to know my new community. Through a group of women from St. Michael’s, I discovered that they were reading a book called, The … Read More

Where Are We Going So Fast?

NadineYear of the Pilgrim

Welcome to the Well-Read Mom Blog! We are very excited to bring you a new way to connect with Well-Read Mom, and we hope you will find this a place of help and encouragement in your daily living.  To kick off our new Blog, we’ll share a word from Well-Read Mom founder, Marcie Stokman. This letter comes from our ‘Year of the Pilgrim’ Reading Companion. If you are interested in more great information and reflections, become a Well-Read Mom member and receive your own Reading Companion! “You go too fast.” Pete cautioned me, “Slow down coming into the driveway.” “Hurry up kids,” I’d order when we’d stop at a gas station. “You have five minutes to be back in this van. Go fast!” Once, with six kids in tow, I pulled into Dave’s Pit Stop. As the kids tumbled out, so did a bottle, a few books, and more miscellaneous clutter. “We’re going to make this fast!” As the baby wailed in the car seat, I filled the tank, conscious of the scene we were making. In record time, we were buzzing down Highway 210. Frantically, a man passed us on the road indicating that something was wrong. I pulled … Read More