Jen Croneberger

So I didn’t get the memo… I was in the wrong place.Everyone else was meeting at the OTHER coffee shop. I sat alone, wondering how I would find them.I was always worrying about finding “them.” Not even realizing I didn’t even know this soulless body I was bringing along for the ride. I used to […]

Her questioning blue eyes reflected the sun rays coming in through the ripped shade in the kitchen. The hole in it was just enough to make her squint.“Why are some people policemen while others are drug dealers? And why are some lawyers while others are prostitutes? Do the people who settle for less than they

Chapter One: The Dream. I was seven when I wanted to be a teacher. It was cool for a moment. I felt I had something to give and I had a sincere sense of wanting to help others. Age eleven brought me the desire to be the next Barbara Walters. I wanted to be a

Tonight is my last night of summer. However, I don’t really know what that means as most of my life is the same, it just comes in circles. Coaching, teaching, speaking, writing… it goes on and on. Regardless of what I am doing, I am blessed to cross paths with some amazing individuals. I spoke

Not a time I would choose. Or even ever yearn for. Not loss or the emptiness that comes with it would I ask for. But My heart finds its way through the endless aches and pains because the beauty of simple love, of what love truly represents and stands for was shown to me at

If I only had thirty years, I would plan. I would make my time mean something. I would give more, do more, be more. I would make sure those closest to me know. Not just anything and everything… But know the real stuff. What makes flowers grow toward the sun, why shoelaces are important, why

Let the mind transcend limitations I learned how to walk when I was young. Younger than usual. Mom told me I fell a lot. But I walked early because of all the times I fell. I think about that sometimes. Wondering what it would be like if we all learned to walk as adults. I

I want to be understood There is something pulling on my heart today. It’s big. It’s pulling hard… I spent years wondering why I was here. Feeling like I was lost in some kind of emotional tunnel. Dark. Deep. NO way out. The pulling on me was no match for my pushing against it. Success

Six games in three days. Win all six and take a losing season into the playoffs with one more win next weekend. In the middle of it all, we were getting good at losing the close ones. Extra inning games that just didn’t go our way. The tough losses that should build character felt like

It’s a simple thought really. One that I could end on before I started writing. But so many times recently I got myself thinking about what Love really is. Why there is so much to say about it. And why we often fear it, and accuse it of being too “soft” most of the time.