Right now, it’s snowing. I have been trying to bring on spring by force of will, and it isn’t working. Naomi and I have been on walks nearly every day, no matter the weather. I wore Goldberry on St. Patrick’s Day, and she looked almost violently bright compared to my environs. I started peas … More By Force of Will
So, I’m giving up Facebook for Lent. It’s been a week and a half now, and I thought it might be worth doing to reflect publicly on why I am doing it, and note my experiences so far. I will save for later the observations on how it’s gone, as I’ve finished drafting this monstrously … More Facebook Fast
Sorry about that last post. I have managed to resist the SADs all winter, but if you can’t tell, being at home most of the day with frozen ankles and stiff toes has started to get to me. This week has shown incredible promise that we may have turned the corner, into the land of … More ANTS.
There is nothing romantic about being cold. The above picture is of one of the first snows, taken in early December. Back when snow was still enchanting and pretty, and chilly evenings were an excuse to make cozy fires. Yet even back then, I knew I would write this post. Those December snows, when … More Nothing Romantic
A belated post this time; I’m afraid! After finishing Goldberry, I think it took me about five minutes to troop up to the Yarn Room, wind up new yarn, and cast on her mate: a hat named Bombadil. I changed plans dramatically for this hat, at nearly the last minute. I had bought the yarn … More A Merry Fellow
Okay Mom, enough with all that sentimental much. It’s my birthday, and it’s my turn! First off, I am not sure what a birthday is, but it involves lots of paper. And things wrapped in paper. And ripping paper. My little brain is so confused. Are not these things verboten, Mama? Oh well! Ripping! Then … More Nomey says…
This. This is the moment I want to keep forever. Bedtime in a dark room, by the navy curtains, Nursing for the last time before you go to slumber. I do not note so much you sucking at my breast, That sensation normalized by twelve months’ repetition. What I notice most is your small exploring … More Collection
A birthday poem-ish-thing for Naomi. One year ago today, the morning dawned with fluffy snow. We were home in bed by then, napping in the moment. We made a bedroom cave, supplied with cosleeper and heater. We stared and watched and marveled at your tiny, puffy newness. Today dawns bright and sunny, fluffy clouds on … More Still New
If you’re in this family, right now bronze is a WAY cooler color than gold. Every single hockey team from the Eastern Hemisphere goes into the Olympics with one aspiration: the bronze medal. The US and Canada, having a huge pool of people and a nationwide obsession, respectively, invest way more into their national … More Golden Bronze
Watching the Olympics is a massive biannual event that brings the whole country – nay, the whole world – together. Even if you are not that into sports, there is sheer joy in seeing humans perform their best. I’m sure today, last Sunday, and next Sunday, there will be many sermons preached on that most … More My Life on Skates
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