Stop Making Me Look So Hot!

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HOWEVER--it's not like they caught her with her mouth full, or snuck up while she was bending over at an unflattering angle (my dad's favorite way to take a picture, thanks). This is kind of a "what do you mean, this is just my face," face. "The Queen of Rage" might be a little hyperbolic, but let's just be honest... that's what she's selling. And these days, rage sells. Crazy gets votes. I shudder to think of the carnage that will be found along the campaign trail, come hindsight 2012. It is … [Read more...]

Muffin Moment: A Mean Mom and Minister

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I gave her 3 chances. I am not a mean mom. 3 chances to help me make muffins without sticking her hand in the bowl of flour and sugar. After the third, she was not allowed to help me anymore. Kicking screaming meltdown ensued. Morning—day OFF morning—disrupted. Was it worth it? Thing is, it was not about the muffin mess. I don’t mind cleaning a little flour off the counter. But after 3 times, she was testing. And the answer to that test is, if you do something mom or dad says not to … [Read more...]

Where You From?

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Do you know Wendell Berry? I don’t mean have you ever had him over for supper, I mean, when I  say his name, do you perk up and expect to hear something good and important? If not, go here before you read on. I mean, he’s kind of a big deal. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendell_Berry I grew up in Kentucky. I’m from Laurel County, home of the original Kentucky Fried Chicken. (Yes, really… that thing up around Louisville is a tourist trap). London, my hometown, is also home of the … [Read more...]

The Brown Marker

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The Brown Marker I try to be a Spirit-led person. That is to say, I keep track of important meetings and appointments so as to respect other people’s time, but  ultimately I try to trust the need of the day to shape my day, rather than trying to shape it myself. Over-planning always malfunctions for me. In fact, the more I have planned, the less I actually do. I know this about myself. And yet, when I get stressed and overwhelmed by my schedule, my unknowns, my surroundings…you know, … [Read more...]

Nice Enough

Nice Enough… I moved last month.  If you haven’t seen a blog post about the spiritual exercise of moving , or the theological value of letting some things go, blah blah blah, it’s because I’ve been too overwhelmed to write anything. Moving on… we love our new house, and its wilderness views.  (I’ll post pics soon). Bad news: the neighbors. To be fair, I’ve only met two of them. One was nice enough, but did not seem at all interested knowing the people next door to her. I went … [Read more...]

Dis-what now?

Yikes. You know it's been too long since you've blogged when you can't remember your dadgum password. My profile does not remember me, either. The whole thing is moving slowly. For that matter, so am I. Discipline. What a gross word. Free association...go!  I'm betting the first words that come into your head are things like spanking, grounding, cleaning, dread, worry, fear, denial, deprivation. Punishment. Not fun, any of it. For the parent or the child, the kid or the grown-up. If you … [Read more...]

Scoot Over

We are transitioning into stewardship season here at Foothills, and I'm still thinking about the neighbors. Mostly because they have taken over our facility, and there's literally no room for new church programs. This has been an ongoing struggle around here, but I had an especially unpleasant night of it last night, and seem to be on a rant today.  One day soon, there will be an aerobics class in my office, and a pottery-poetry-cheese-making club gathered in the bathroom. Enough. I will spare … [Read more...]