July 31, 2018

Have been digging out the attic, practically with a shovel, so that Matt and I can move in there. We hope to establish a carefree bohemian detached existence by giving up our bedroom to the three little girls, who will give up theirs to their brothers, who will give up theirs basically to me who feels uncomfortable when there’s no proper Spare Oom. Everybody is already horning in on that dream, even though it doesn’t exist yet (I’ll study in… Read more

July 30, 2018

Just a little clickbait for you on a Monday morning. We spend a depressing hour talking about the scandals breaking open in the Catholic Church, what is happening to Evangelicals, why we should long for heaven all the more, how to pray for victims, and then finally why drinking beer and eating cured meats doesn’t make me less of a women. The neighbors even start cutting down a tree outside our window so you will not, I repeat Not want… Read more

July 29, 2018

I have lately been immersing myself in some of the theology of the age, trying to wrap my mind around the Christian-ish thinking that makes up a lot of what passes for church these days. And at the same time as that we (Matt and the children and I, when I have time to sit down) have been watching Grand Designs—that fascinating British program whereby very very rich people build the houses of their dreams while we gape at them,… Read more

July 27, 2018

Friday! It’s a miracle! One And the twelve year old is officially twelve. The children, for reasons I don’t quite understand, have focused in on the exact minute of their various births, insisting that until that very minute has gone by they cannot be counted the age for which they have so long been waiting. This is fine for the few of them whose moments of birth I have, like a good mother, held on to in the recesses of… Read more

July 26, 2018

Oh goodness, it’s 9am, the day of a birthday—the eleven year old will be twelve around 4 this afternoon—and I just spent an entire hour I don’t really have reading this gloriously long, luminous, wonderful, perfect piece of writing. Do I regret it? No, and neither will you. Truly, if you just read it over and over again until you die, you will not have lived in vain. Feels almost criminal to ever write anything again when there is such… Read more

July 25, 2018

Here is a most interesting, if longish piece, about fish oil. My doctor recently announced to me that I have high cholesterol, even though my BMI, whatever that even is, is fine or something, and that it, the cholesterol, is probably genetic, but that I should try to “bring it down with diet.” I came home crestfallen. I’ve been trying to eat “sensibly,” as defined by my feelings at any given moment, for years now. I have managed to “sort… Read more

July 24, 2018

Was well rewarded in my internet search this morning by first this, and then this. Landed on them both after a brilliant listicle—5 Fascinating Morning Habits of Sociopaths. A welcome relief from the five, ten, and fifteen ways to be a better, happier person, the seven ways to find the ghost that lives in your house, and the six ways not to get an STI when you go on holiday in France. So anyway, in case you didn’t click the… Read more

July 23, 2018

Good Moaning. It’s a gray and sultry Monday here in Binghamton. Today’s podcast is a half awakened commentary on the the situation in South Carolina, and why men should listen to their wives talk to them. Half-hearted attempts at puns make it one for the ages. Don’t miss it! And now links. Let’s see. First up, here is our interview at Gafcon. Here is Pachelbel’s Chicken. This is fascinating. This is excellent. This is helpful. This would be so cool… Read more

July 22, 2018

[Jesus wondering why you’re still surfing the interwebs.] Delighted, in the midst of my search for news both terrible and interesting, that my announcement about the end of the world earlier in the week has been confirmed by the Daily Star over in the UK—I don’t actually feel like linking it because the sidebar is comprised exclusively of shapely women, contributing, for me anyway, to the sense of doom. So you’ll just have to take my word for it. And… Read more

July 21, 2018

Found this article to be most interesting. Didn’t know there was something called the New Domesticity. Did know all about mommy blogging and, not wanting to lie, sort of miss the days where every morning I’d cycle through my favorite blogspots to see what everyone was cooking and reading, and who had decided to cover her head. The jumble of birth stories, extreme theology, canning, and baby advice was the kick I needed to get me out of bed every… Read more

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