Last week, I was catching up with a friend over text. (A theme, it seems: though I much prefer to chat in person–on a walk, perhaps, or with something warm to drink–texting is more manageable these days. I’m working on doing what I can, when I can.) We shared some of what was happening in … Continue reading "When God’s Help Looks Like a Post-It Note"
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On Sleeping (or Lack Thereof) and Sickness and Sanctification
When it comes to sleeping, Emmeline is the worst. I mean this quite literally; of the five babies we’ve had, she is, hands down, the one who has woken me the most at night. And don’t even get me started on naps. She’s adorable, of course. She’s a snuggly love-bug who has a smile that … Continue reading "On Sleeping (or Lack Thereof) and Sickness and Sanctification"
Read MoreIt Seems Like God Would Have Wanted to Answer That Prayer
A few weeks ago, at the end of our bedtime routine, I put an arm around Katie’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Want to talk about anything, kiddo?” It had been a tough day. We’d intended to leave for a much-anticipated camping trip that morning but had needed to make a sudden change in plans … Continue reading "It Seems Like God Would Have Wanted to Answer That Prayer"
Read MorePlease Don’t Look at Me, or, Thoughts on Easter and Faith
Last weekend, we celebrated. It had stormed all week, but Sunday dawned clear and beautiful and the world felt new. There was a sense of excitement as we gathered together in the school gym. (Ok. I’ll admit. This was, in part, due to the kids and their anticipation of the festivities to come. But only … Continue reading "Please Don’t Look at Me, or, Thoughts on Easter and Faith"
Read MoreOn Making Lists and Not Wasting My Life
A few months ago, I implemented something new in our homeschool: I started giving Katie a list. It always has the same things at the top. Get dressed. Tidy your room. Brush your hair. Practice the piano. And then, checkboxes for whatever she needs to accomplish that day. Math pages. Copy work. Spelling. Addition practice. … Continue reading "On Making Lists and Not Wasting My Life"
Read MoreOn Lenten Commitments, or, Lessons in Failure
For Lent this year, I made three commitments: to read Journey to the Cross by Paul David Tripp each morning; to use my phone for messages, phone calls, bible reading, and my daily Wordle and crossword puzzles, and nothing more; and to be intentional about practicing gentleness with my kids, even when I’m at my … Continue reading "On Lenten Commitments, or, Lessons in Failure"
Read MoreOn Grout and Wooden Trains and Things That Last
A few weeks ago, entirely by accident, I learned something about my steam mop. (How’s that for a riveting lede? I bet you’re on the edge of your seat.) There was a stubborn bit of something stuck to the floor, so I removed the mop head and used the scrub brush at the bottom of … Continue reading "On Grout and Wooden Trains and Things That Last"
Read MoreWe Break Things: In Which I Make Myself a Liar. Perhaps.
After quiet time yesterday, Katie found me scribbling in a notebook. With thoughts of the upcoming election rattling around in my head, inspired, somewhat, by responses to my last post, and goaded by an assignment I’d recently given to my students, I was eking out a sonnet. “Mama,” she said as she wedged herself into … Continue reading "We Break Things: In Which I Make Myself a Liar. Perhaps."
Read MoreOn Poetry and Politics
This fall, I’m teaching Creative Writing to a couple of high school students. During our introductory class on poetry, one of the girls asked me to share some of my poems with them. I told her I didn’t write much poetry. She asked me why not, and my mind stuttered on the question. Why not, … Continue reading "On Poetry and Politics"
Read MoreOn Sunflowers, Gratitude, and Joy
About a month ago, I bought sunflowers. Our local CSA had them on offer for $1 a stem, five-gallon buckets full of bright beauty, cut fresh that morning. I’m no home-decorator. Flowers aren’t my love language. I don’t fawn over bouquets. But they caught my eye when I picked up our veggies for the week, … Continue reading "On Sunflowers, Gratitude, and Joy"
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