I’ve been compiling some meatless recipes we’ve had in the past year or so. I thought I’d share them, since we’re gearing up for some meatless days ahead in Lent. Let me know if you try any and what you think! Tuna Noodle Casserole (adapted from Cooking Light magazine) 8 ounces wide egg noodles (whole wheat) 2 tablespoons olive oil 1/2 cup chopped yellow onion 1/3 cup chopped carrot 2 tablespoons flour 2 3/4 cups milk (either fat free or... Read more
Yes! Yes! Yes! Most years I just dread Lent. Feet dragging, temper-tantrum throwing, dread. This year, though, I could not be more ready. The events of the last month have taken a major toll on me and I am ready for a period of pulling away from the world and holding on to Christ for dear life. As part of my birthday present from Atticus, I got to spend an hour by myself at adoration on Saturday. It was so... Read more
Oh my. Maggie is growing up so fast. Almost 14 months. As you can see, we had a lot of fun on our Valentine’s Day photo shoot. My girl is getting so big! She’s a real, live toddler now. As evidenced by my purchase of “What to Expect the Second Year”. Yikes! No seriously, she is so much fun! She loves to play with toys and especially books. The girl loves books.... Read more
7. Friends. It’s my birthday! Well, on Saturday it’s my birthday. Oh Robert. Oh my. I’ll just try to remember you as Cedric Diggory. 6. I’m turning…28! Late twenties, I knew we would meet eventually. I had hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. It’s a true story. I was looking at my high school and college year books the other day (in the midst of cleaning out some basement boxes) and I realized something. When people say that after you... Read more
I need them. I’ve been a mom now for just over a year, and it’s been a tough year in a lot of ways. Perhaps most visible in my style. Which has looked something like this: 1-3 months postpartum: pajamas any time of day. Velour sweats when I leave the house. 1 maternity dress that still fit for church. 3-6 months postpartum: I guess I should wear real pants, huh? Too bad none of my pre-pregnancy jeans fit, and I... Read more
It’s like a slap in the face, the stark reality of the poet’s words. It’s the most tragic, the most truly romantic poem I’ve read. It’s love. Not the toothless love of Valentine’s Day. The severe mercy of real love. The kind of love that will save the world. Quarantine In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking-they were... Read more
I’m thinking of getting rid of Facebook. There, I’ve said it. Now let’s see how long it takes for Mark Zuckerburg’s storm troopers to amass outside of my house. Just kidding. Sort of. I’ve noticed lately that nearly every time I log onto Facebook, I either get enraged or convinced that western civilization is going to, in fact, implode at any moment. Which might be true, and which makes me shudder in disgust, realizing that my last moments on this... Read more
7. So, we’re having a big game here this weekend, if you’ve heard. There’s this thing, it’s called “Superbowl Village” and it’s pretty great. We went on Saturday, and here’s a stirring photo montage from our grand adventure downtown. 6. There is an Indy Car for each team in the NFL. That one’s for you, Rebecca. 5. Super Bowl village has transformed Georgia St. into a pedestrian walkway all the way from our convention center to the Pacers fieldhouse. I... Read more
7. Last Saturday, I made Lifetime member of Weight Watchers! I’ve lost a total of 17 pounds, and my current weight is about 143-144. Thanks, I do. 6. As part of maintaining my current weight, I am…jogging. Sort of. There’s a golf course at the end of my block, and since it’s a municipal course, we’re allowed to use the course’s cart paths for walking and running. So, in addition to my treadmill walking and weight training, I’m gradually adding... Read more
Oh man. I have the baby fever. And the only cure is more cowbell baby. No, I am not pregnant. In fact, we’re still “trying to avoid”. We have a good reason, but it stinks. Oh, how it stinks. Let me tell you about it. Back in October, when Maggie was ten months old, we decided we were ready to be open to another pregnancy. So we did, and had two cycles. No dice. Then one of my best friends,... Read more
Fumbling Toward Grace
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