Our hearts are stone and flesh, all at the same time

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Yesterday morning, while our sickish boys were playing with their dad on the carpet of our living room, building Lincoln Log garages for their cars, August suddenly became Concerned. He was standing in his pjs and his little brother was walking past him en route to some other task, when August turned to him with [Read More...]

Thanksgiving in their words…

"Country Home" by suziebeezie (Pinterest via Andrea Duffy)

This is a repost from last Thanksgiving. But how can I not post it again?   “It is impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear.” -Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts   “[The] dinner party is a true proclamation of the abundance of being–a rebuke to the thrifty little idolatries by which we lose sight [Read More...]

Thankful Tuesday: Blessing in the Leaving

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As we walk into the church, I think about the last Sunday in our church in San Francisco: how we sang the hymns and walked away as a family. How we stopped at the farmer’s market and bought ripe cherries. How we sat at Alamo Square Park and stared at the city scape. My then [Read More...]

Thankful Tuesday: When there’s one week left and it all feels fuzzy

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I will live in Austin for one more week. A week from tomorrow, I’ll leave for Italy and my kids will stay in Austin without me, with their grandparents. Then we’ll come home. We’ll wash our clothes for a day, pack our suitcases. And my little family take a plane to San Francisco. Just like [Read More...]

Checking In…

At the park after church on Sunday...

Friends! I miss you guys. It’s very weird to go through a week and keep all my deep thoughts to myself. It’s probably a good practice in non-vanity. (No, every thought is not deserving of daily blog posts, fancy-pants Boyett!) I have, however, shared my thoughts with the Mister. And I wrote them down. (Take [Read More...]

My food…

Illustration by Anna Rumney at rumneybears.blogspot.com

Yesterday after lunch, August and Chris were sleeping together in my bedroom while I cleaned up the kitchen and Brooksie snoozed in his crib. Then, I clanged something too loud (as usual) and woke my baby in the next room. There went my hour to write. So, while Brooksie ate his mac n’cheese, I sat [Read More...]


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