Home, sweet home. It’s so glorious to come home after an extended time away. I love getting reacquainted with my house, and I’m always pleasantly surprised by how pretty it is, and how much I love it. Even though it’s not much, it’s our home. I spent four glorious days reveling in the homey-ness of it all. I only unpacked what was necessary, and shoved the rest of the suitcases in a corner. The kids and the Ogre and I... Read more
Remember yesterday, when I put up an awesome picture my friend Elisa drew for me? Here it is again, in case you forgot: Well, Elisa has an Etsy shop called Door Number 9 where she sells all kinds of cool geekery. If you’ve been looking for a TARDIS tea wallet, a Spiderman crayon keeper, a St. Kateri Tekakwitha print, an itty-bitty Tetris keychain pouch, a Harry Potter envelope pouch, or a sturdy, colorful fold-up tote bag, this is the place... Read more
Sorry for the silence after my last update…it was not intentional and I’m not slipping back into whiskey land, promise! We took our annual summer road trip to Texas, and then I had to recover. A lot. Wait, first, I love y’all. I’ve seriously been crying over the comments on my last post. Not pretty little one-tear-escaping-down-the-cheek crying, either. Ugly, Katniss-cry-face weeping. Your comments mean so much to me, I don’t quite know how to express it. But thank you,... Read more
So I’m not dead or anything, in case you were wondering. I gather that my sudden and inexplicable absence from both the blog and facebook and <insert guilt here> my failure to respond to emails and even 99% of text messages has some people worried. I’m not gonna lie, I kinda felt equal parts excruciatingly guilty and oddly comforted when the Anchoress called my husband at his office to make sure I was okay, since before that I was pretty... Read more
Liam went to school with the girls this morning for a half-day of shadowing and testing, and Lincoln is still asleep. Instead of luxuriously enjoying the stillness and quiet, though, I’m wandering around the house, wondering what the heck to do with myself. So I figured I might as well tell you a new Charlotte story. My friend Anna and I were in Naples getting stuff for Easter and in between fits of laughter, she started telling me a story... Read more
DEATH Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine To drink deep of the mystic shining cup And ecstasy through all our being leaps— Death bows his head and weeps. –Rainer Maria Rilke, courtesy of Project Gutenberg Read more
The first time I went to a Catholic church on Good Friday, to celebrate the liturgy of the Lord’s passion, I was confused by the empty holy water font, the darkness, and the absence of the Mass. The next year, when I went again as a Catholic, I was unnerved by it all. “But where is He?” I whispered urgently to the Ogre. “Where is Christ, right now? If He is always here, where is He now?” I’ve always been... Read more
If you had really wanted to be strong, you would not have come from a woman’s womb. For messiahs are quarried from mountains where the sturdy and strong comes from stone. Are you not sorry to have despoiled your land by such limitations? I am weak, don’t you see; I only had streams of milk or tears to offer, and you were ever so much more than me. So much ado when your birth to me was announced. You could... Read more
Good God Almighty, America, grow the eff up. Seriously, we have become a nation of tattlers. This week has been chock-full of the most pathetic national “discourse” I’ve ever seen. In the midst of the hysterical hysteria over the RFRA, Ryan Anderson’s mic getting cut off and Memories Pizza going up in social media flames are the high low points in our rapid descent into uncivil discourse. Last week I wrote about my daughter getting body-shamed by a fellow kindergartener.... Read more
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