Jen Croneberger

We all have challenges. We struggle with things that often go beyond what others see. We lay our heads down at night and often still feel that struggle.Silently.We tell no one. We fight it.We wake the next day like nothing is weighing on us…and we stay busy. You know what it feels like. You fight […]

When change comes calling…I listen. I listen well. I know when it’s time to do something different. Between December 31,2012 and January 31, 2013… I bought a new car, moved to a new place and started a few new projects with new clients.When it feels right, I just go with it. And now…It all feels

The chipper waitress in the diner. The giddy 8-year-old at camp. The Santa Claus at the counter. The woman dancing in the street for the charity car wash.All I know is this… The choices we make everyday will define us.In every moment, in every way.I ask to be taught everyday. I want to be a

One by one, they each get picked. The one to your right. Then the one three people to your left. She’s fast. He’s got good feet. That one is just fun to have on your team. The sun-drenched wall of bricks digging into the small of your back. Burning. Like fire against your skin…You’ve been

I used to drag it around everywhere I went… Usually took up space in the middle of my room. I couldn’t close it anymore, it was spilling out. I don’t think they make bigger trash bags either. Mine was green, the strong triple-ply kind that doesn’t get holes in it easily. And it was my

It was 10:30 Sunday morning and I was walking through Target on my way home from meeting a friend for breakfast. I wasn’t having the best day, feeling emotional over some things I was dealing with in my life that morning. I made my way through the dog aisle to get treats and was just

I came in from walking the dogs on this oddly chilly May morning…The TV was on one of the music channels.“Live Like You Were Dying” by Tim McGraw just started as I sat down with my coffee.I know the universe speaks to me. I know this because I have felt it in every way.Deep in

I am finding as I get older, that making friends is awfully simple. I talk to anyone. In line at the grocery store. Waiting for a clerk at the post office. Waiting for a table in a restaurant. I enjoy connecting with others. We used to tease my mom about her ability to make friends.

Be Not Afraid… Merry Christmas. There is something magical about Christmas. Beyond the commercialism of belief and hope in a guy named Santa, whom by the way I very much believe in, and beyond the need to receive. There is a magic of this season that always reminds me of being a child. The magic

What heals us the most… I drove to the airport on Friday with blurred vision. Not understanding what it would be like to be a six-year-old child who faced an assault weapon. A six-year-old who lost her life. A six-year-old who watched as others were gunned down. Fear, questioning reality, anger and rage. I felt