Right now, at this very moment, Emily & Justin & parents are at the “Special Beginnings” birthing center, while Emily has increasingly frequent contractions. And I am not there. I am here, and I am frantic. Here are some utterly unrelated pictures of peach-picking to take the edge off. I want to be there. I … More In which I write in a frantic manner while my sis-in-law pushes out a baby

When, after a period of success that has perhaps led to pride… we are reduced to our proper place by a rather impressive error. Stairway to Heaven is back, after a long hiatus. I’m working on the collar, in a big heap, but while on the go, I packed up materials for a sleeve. I … More We all have these moments

“If you steal from one person, it’s plaguerism. If you steal from many people, it’s research.” I would like to add to this English class adage: “and if you steal the same thing from many people, it’s probably a meme.” Thus I give you the recent journey of Rebecca’s traveling sock. First stop: Opal was chosen … More Stealing Gimmicks

Okay okay I’m finally going to tell you about London. I’m sure all of you have been sitting at your computers for three days, gnawing on your fingernails because you’d ran out of twizzlers, cursing me because I was taking so long and all you wanted in the whole wide world was to hear about … More Leg 8: Let Loose in London

The early morning brought us to the Entebbe airport, where even 4 hours of sleep was not enough to keep my mind from boggling at what I saw in the duty-free shop: I know you can’t read those labels, so here’s an excerpt: “Smoking Kills,” “Smokers Die Younger,” “Smoking causes lung cancer,” “Smoking causes harm … More Leg 7: Hanging out with the ZAR

It’s not that often that my day starts right off with something blogworthy. This morning, after peeling myself out of  bed, drinking a big enough cup of coffee to make me twitchy, inserting myself into a thoroughly bland secretary outfit, and carefully negotiating my way into my car (while in Uganda, some bird with diarrhea … More “The Rapists” for 1000.

Yesterday I told you about what I thought was our final destination on our climb into the Heart of Africa. But God (and Henry) had other plans. Nyamabaare is the clinic we chose to partner with, mostly because it’s the clinic the Bishop took our first team to, while touring them around all the different … More Leg 5: And we thought we were in the boonies before

Okay, I promised! You’ve all been very patient, looking at pictures of yarn and flowers and things, and of waiting for this very late post while I get painfully close to finishing baby booties made out of leftovers from Baby Yoda,  but if you know anything about what Jared & I have been doing in … More Leg 4: Nyamabaare

For those of you hanging on by your fingernails to hear about the next leg of our Uganda journey, my apologies. I’ve been busy trying to remember what I do at my job and un-explode our apartment. One room at a time… Aso, I’ve been completely enchanted by this: I only started knitting on it … More Leg 3: Our life in Bushenyi

This is so weird. I’m at home… I’m going through the motions that I always go through at home… I’m doing the things I used to do here… but I don’t feel like I’m really here. My heart is still back here: In Uganda. This is Kampala, the Kapital I mean Capital, where we spent … More Leg 2: Kampala – illness and inspiration