The first Lord of the Rings film came out fifteen years ago. Let that sink in. I saw it right around when I got my learner’s permit, and the film is now old enough to get a learner’s permit. Half my life ago. I read The Fellowship of the Rings right before the movie came out, … More Dwarrowdelf
For Mother’s Day, my children gave me the best gift children can give: that is, they were healthy, affectionate, happy offspring. Then they gave me the second best Mother’s Day gift children can give: time to myself. Down in the land of my birth, Mother’s Day weekend is also Maryland Sheep and Wool weekend. This … More Mother’s Day Roses
I confess that I was a teensy bit angsty about turning thirty. Jared and I both turned thirty in April: me on the sixth, him on the twenty-third (yes, such a cradle-robber, me.) Now that I’ve been thirty for a month, I’m pretty much over it. Here’s my favorite thing about turning thirty: I’m really, really not … More Thirty
Oh dear, my Martha, Martha my dear. At the present moment, my younger daughter is coming out of a fabulously intense developmental stage. Suddenly my baby is no longer constantly clinging to me. She has new confidence to strike out on her own. I hear the sound of her distinctive scoot-slide, scoot-slide – whose efficiency … More One
How, how, how are you three, little girl? With your light, silky hair and your heart-piercing stare. You chuckle ’till you’re out of breath, you whine my patience half to death; you’re a quiet, patient friend; you’re an effortlessly kind sister… I’m still hopelessly in love with you, you sweet, smart, expressive, thoughtful child. Indeed, how … More Three
Has it really been nearly two months since my last post? Dear me. I would have missed February entirely, if leap year weren’t providing me with this extra day. It feels like a cheat, doesn’t it? Like we all get a time turner for one day. I’m still finding my voice in this new place. … More Wrestling – Or, Learning to Love Twisted Stitches
Well, I tried. It took me a year to whittle my out-of-control knitting hobby down to just one project. You’ve read the argument fifty times by now: I wanted to know what it was like to have just one project on the go. I wanted to feel like I had my hobby under control instead … More Monogamy: Abandoned
I have come to worship. I find myself in a dirty, smelly, noisy hole in the ground, lit by guttering lanterns and crowded with sleepy animals. But the revulsion is momentary: I have come to worship. There he is: a baby. A newborn. He doesn’t smile or sit up or coo or any of that … More Climb In: A Christmas Meditation
Today: final Xmas grocery & stockings shopping [check] final pre-Xmas house cleaning [check] dinner w/ Mr. & Mrs. Bishop leave babies w/ Mr. & Mrs. Bishop and go see STAR WAAAARS Tomorrow (Sunday the 20th): preach sermon get about one thousand people to agree to help with Xmas services finish wrapping presents make bread Monday … More If You’re Wondering Where I’ve Gone
Yesterday was the first day that I slept in, but still woke up and it was dark. My wiggly, 8-month-old alarm clock seemed unusually alert for what I thought was still the middle of the night, and I noticed I didn’t feel quite as trashed as I usually do for a midnight feeding. So I open … More A Week ’till Solstice
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