Thanking: rain and swim lessons, light-up shoes and Epiphany

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This boy who loves his new swim class. (And the husband who spends Saturday morning with him in the indoor YMCA pool.) Rainy Mondays full of purpose. A walk from the Target parking lot to the grocery parking lot. In the rain. With a baby attached. In honor of my days in San Francisco. And [Read More...]

The Feast of the Holy Name

It’s Sunday morning, New Year’s Day, and for the first New Year’s ever, I’m not exhausted from a late night party. Chris and I rang in 2012 with an early dinner with new friends at our home. They left and we sat outside in the backyard, talking at the table. Then, it was 10:45 and, [Read More...]

New Year Thankful

Boys in Red

For these boys in red on Christmas night. Christmas with them is always Christmas at home. Finally living in a place where people eat their black-eyed-peas for good luck on New Year’s. (It’s almost impossible to find black-eyed peas in Philadelphia or San Francisco and it just feels wrong to go without those little gray [Read More...]

Love in This: An Advent Reflection

It was “Ring of Fire” in my head that day as I moved through our house, 3-year-old at my heels. I was singing… Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire. Maybe I could’ve gotten away with such lyrics leaking from [Read More...]

Because I love Jesus so much…

We’re talking about Christmas songs at the lunch table. I say, “My favorite song is ‘Silent Night’. I like to sing it when it’s Christmas Eve and the church is dark except for all the candles glowing in every person’s hands.” “I don’t like that song.” My three-year-old says. “But it’s really beautiful.” “Hmmmm.” He [Read More...]

Pancakes, baby kindness, cards addressed, Mary ‘[curled] in a brown pod’

And the list goes on… Listening to Chris Hohorst (Chris Hohorst!) making up a song with August at bedtime: “I’m in the nook! I’m in the reading nook!” How my baby holds his blankey to my face or his pacifier to my mouth…sharing what he loves most with his mama. (Oh, and “MahMahMahMah,” he says.) [Read More...]


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