What do you think of when you think of “Advent?” I can’t look into your mind, and perhaps you’re much more original than me, but here’s what I think of. It’s almost Christmas! It’s the beginning of the Christian year, time to find that new Ordo calendar. A wreath with three purple candles and one … More Advent 1 – Associations
Turkey Day was all as it should be, from introducing the oldest nephew to the joys of squishing stuffing, to cuddling thecruising twins. But Black Friday is a holiday all to itself. I like me a Black Friday adventure. Jared got me into it, back before we were dating, when I was still in full-fledged … More Up-To-The-Minute Traditions
It’s thanksgiving morning at the Osborn household, and my sister in law is doing witchcraft over the stove. Can it possibly be legal to produce something that is a cinnamon roll and a pancake at the same time without arcane magicks?! I think not. You have a mental list when you travel, right? The last-minute … More Influence
This is our story of grief. This is a necessary prequel for what I’ll be writing about Advent; for an explanation of why, see this post. Innocence. I was so happy. Jared was terrified out of his mind, but I was unspeakably happy. I didn’t realize how much I had longed for a child until … More Loss and Waiting
Here is a thing I never thought would happen: me participating in an art show. Let alone an art show that was also a fashion show. Rewind to two Fridays ago, 11/11. Fellow student and former fashion designer Renee had approached me months previous about doing some living art stuff at Uncommon Grounds Cafe, contributing … More Art & Fashion
Some friends of ours were expecting a baby. We were all happily awaiting her arrival at the end of what had been a very normal pregnancy – an almost identical pregnancy to the one before. Since so many things about this baby were in precise imitation of her older brother, they were surprised that she … More Great Responsibility
Grief took everything that was holding my world together and disjointed it from itself. My cognitive structure was fractured, like a skeleton discovered by an archaeologist, laid neatly on a table, but with no joints touching anymore. This disconnect seemed to take a while to set in, but it happened in an instant. What took … More Though He Slay Me – A Preface
This is a poem that I wrote in my head over the course of several migraines. If you think it’s depressing, I apologize. I think it’s hilarious, and it cheers me up. This is for all those fellow headache-sufferers out there, most of whom probably have more legit reasons for your pain than being dehydrated. … More Eating Toast in the Dark
As I mentioned yesterday, I’m up to my eyeballs in design. It’s a weird process, designing things, and when I started trying to do it all the time, it got even weirder. Before, I would just design things as they occurred to me. A vision for a project would spring, fully-formed, into my head, and … More Like a Box of Chocolates
Right now, I am in the unusual position that everything I have on the needles is my own design. And half of them are gifts. So I really have nothing to show you, despite the fact that I really am knitting feverishly. I did, however, find occasion to do something I had never done before … More First Time Out
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