Ryanne Molinari

As you can tell, “The Daily Three” is not-so-daily, but I’ve never been one to pass on a rhyming title. Maybe I’ll come up with something more accurate, but not today. Something Good: I have a little organ student who began her lessons very shy. Now, she skips across the choir loft, eager to share…

1. Something Good: My parents came over to help with refinishing our porch and deck. After a long day of climbing ladders, my dad vanished. Eventually, my mom and I looked across the street to see him comfortably chatting with our neighbors on their deck. Social media seems to bring out the worst in society,…

1. Something Good: Gardening continues to teach me a great deal about faith. For instance, I planted my spaghetti squash in the worst soil. I knew my watermelons would thrive because they are in exceptional soil. I did not expect much from my squash. And yet, I continued to tend those brittle seedlings with more…

1. Something Good: I believe that a can of paint is utterly transformative. A backsplash, trim, a porch, a door, our shutters—I’ve painted it all! And this is good. Caring for my home with these simple updates is immensely satisfying. For this reason, I’d love to share the following blog by a fellow Biolan, who…

1. Something Good: Some friends of ours gifted us a subscription to Our Iowa, a magazine filled with recipes, family heritage, tourism tips, and (my personal favorite) journal entries from an Amish farm wife. I savored her words, which were rich with the enjoyment of everyday tasks and of the passing seasons. 2. Something True:…

Lately, I’ve begun a practice of enjoying something good, something true, and something beautiful each day. Like so many, I’ve been sucked into the void of quick consumption. To combat this, I’m trying to intentionally engage worthwhile arts and activities. I won’t share my “daily three” every day, but today I would like to invite…

Today I was running abnormally fast. I felt wonderful, strong and swift. I had my film score playlist blasting and, in my mind, I was a heroine dashing into battle. But I sacrificed any personal bests I might have run for two very good reasons: 1. To pick up one of those plastic beer topper…