05/29/2026
For those not yet on my email list. I sent this today.
This afternoon, I'm heading to the funeral for a friend's son who was shot and killed during a prayer service this week.
It's horrific.
I don't have much to say today other than thanks for being here and being my therapy (don't worry - I have an actual therapist). It just seems some days with all of the killing and the guns and the hurt and the MMA matches on the South Lawn and the rockets exploding and the unnecessary wars...and the... and the... and the... that we are so small.
Insignificant?
I'm not sure.
Pointless?
Definitely not.
But small?
I think so today.
Every year after the MN Legislative session ends (I'm the State Rep for Shakopee), I need to take time away to recover and recuperate. I'm a massive introvert and being around thousands of people daily really takes a toll on my tiny little brain.
I spent this past week at Frontenac State Park by Red Wing, Minnesota right on the Mississippi River where it creates Lake Pepin.
It is one of my favorite places to camp and relax.
Katy and the kids were there with me for the weekend and then I spent the rest of my time in solitude throwing sticks to Scout, protecting our food from the raccoons (failing!), and long hikes in the woods and prairies.
I also read a book by Peter Heller called The Dog Stars.
It is a post-apocalyptic book released in pre-pandemic times where almost everyone has died from a flu.
Oddly enough, I really liked it.
One thing that stuck with me a lot was how much the main character - Big Hig - is often commenting about how quickly nature has taken things back over in the time since everyone died.
The roads are all heaved and potholed. Skyscrapers are falling down. The animals that survived our climate disasters are thriving.
That gives me hope.
Nature is on our side. Think of the things we could do together if we only tried harder.
Brings hope that small things matter, too.
That when we are doing what we can to grow a plant to feed a caterpillar to feed a chickadee - that action is small but very important to the chickadee.
And important to the butterfly if the caterpillar is skillful and lucky enough to evades the chickadee's parents.
And important to my kids and future grandkids that they are able to see more bumblebees and not have temps raise outside of survivable levels and risks of cancer is lower...and... and... and...
Because we were humble and caring enough today to plant more native plants, stop using chemicals, and care for them in ways that matter to clean water and healthy soils.
So I've come back around in writing this (thank you) to small things matter.
They are critical.
Plant the tree.
Pet the dog.
Bake the cake.
Protest the gun violence.
Care for your neighbors.
The only way out is through and we'll make it through as a community of good humans to better days because I believe in us.
And I believe in you.
Thank you for being here and doing the big and small things to make the world a better place.
With all the love,
Brad
Subscribe to emails here --> abetteryard.org/email/