It's been one whole week since I began life as a Austin-dweller. So far, I have been really hot, gone swimming every day, spent lots of nap-time looking for a preschool, eaten out (way too much), and have seen my bestie Jamie (and her almost 2-week old!) twice. Tomorrow, I have a real-live new friend date that I'm pumped about. The days are getting shorter; school is approaching. And I always feel a little emotional when summer begins to close shop. So, in honor of my 1 week milestone, and my … [Read more...]
Be Attentive
July 13, 2011 By 4 Comments
The Monday morning after the movers left our apartment, I walked through its empty space, being my sentimental self, petting counter tops, opening and closing closet doors. The boys were in August’s empty room keeping themselves entertained. Chris was running a last minute errand. And I thought I’d say goodbye. It had been a wonderful home. In my empty kitchen, I caught sight of a piece of torn out Moleskin paper scotch taped to the wall above my kitchen sink. I’ve been looking at every … [Read more...]
A Poem for Mother’s Day
May 5, 2011 By 1 Comment
I know I posted a Cathy Song poem a couple of weeks ago, but when I was searching for the perfect poem about a mother, I couldn't get away from this one. Sure, it's not a grown up's reflection on his perfect and beautiful mother, but there is a blue and white tablecloth and a little boy who "brings birds under his chair" at breakfast. What more could we want in a Mother's Day poem? Enjoy! Waterwings By Cathy Song The mornings are his, blue and white like the tablecloth at breakfast. He’s … [Read more...]
Jesus is nailed to the cross
April 22, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Christ's Passion by Mary Karr Sure we’re trained to his suffering, sure the nine-inch nails, and so forth. And the cross raised up invoked the body’s weight so each wound tore, and from his abdomen a length of gut dangled down, longing towards earth. He was a god, after all. An eternal light swarmed in his rib cage no less strong than the weaving nebulae that haul this dirt-speck planet through its course. Surely his flesh mattered less somehow, less than yours to you. He hung against steel … [Read more...]
Jesus falls
April 21, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Descending Theology: The Garden by Mary Karr We know he was a man because, once doomed, he begged for reprieve. See him grieving on his rock under olive trees, his companions asleep on the hard ground around him wrapped in old hides. Not one stayed awake as he’d asked. That went through him like a sword. He wished with all his being to stay but gave up bargaining at the sky. He knew it was all mercy anyhow, unearned as breath. The Father couldn’t intervene, though that gaze was never not … [Read more...]
“Waterwings”
April 1, 2011 By 4 Comments
I haven't had a lot to offer lately. Honestly, by this point (T-Rexy is 16 days old), I was hoping I'd have the two kid thing down and feel like a champ and have a brain full of wonderful blogging ideas. Truth? I have another infection. It's not mastitis, PTL. (PTL is code for "Praise the Lord," fyi.) But it's made me icky and frustrated. I just want to jump back into normal life and be a functioning member of society (or at least of blogging society), who doesn't need to nap my life … [Read more...]
Happy Anniversary, Mama:Monk!
February 21, 2011 By 4 Comments
Yes, my friends, it has been one full year of bloggerdom. And in honor of my anniversary at mamamonk.com (which was actually last Wednesday, but I was too lame to celebrate on that day), I will now list what a year of blogging has taught me: I do have time to write! It’s amazing what you can make yourself do when you know that people might actually read it. I am a selfish, selfish person. (The more I write about myself, the more I realize that I’m way too obsessed with myself. I may … [Read more...]
“After Paradise”
February 15, 2011 By 6 Comments
As I wrote yesterday’s post in honor of my main squeeze, I was feeling a little nostalgic…and feeling that we needed a new poem (it only took me seven weeks after Christmas to take down “Mary’s Song”…pregnancy is a good enough excuse, right?). We haven’t had a good love poem for our memories yet. And so, I’ve picked the poem that was read at our wedding, one that I should seriously memorize simply because of its role in my marital sweetness. Today is Thankful Tuesday and so I … [Read more...]
Christ’s Mother Reflects, His Childhood
December 17, 2010 By 4 Comments
Each day this week, I'll be sharing from a series of five Advent poems I wrote for John Knox Presbyterian Church in Seattle. I hope they will bless you as you prepare for the coming of Christmas. Christ’s Mother Reflects, His Childhood “and for him to see me mended / I must see him torn.” -Luci Shaw “Mary’s Song” He stood at the door, wet-faced and panting. in his hands three baby birds. They’re hungry, he sniffed, nested them in a bowl with grass, fed … [Read more...]
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