August 9, 2011

There are bad pictures out there, of every single one of us. Images of ourselves that lead us to diet, exercise, buy a new wardrobe, dye our hair to cover the gray… Let this image on the cover of Newsweek be a reality check for an angry America. This is what our fear looks like at a jillion megapixels, and it is not pretty Read more

August 8, 2011

I gave her 3 chances. I am not a mean mom. 3 chances to help me make muffins without sticking her hand in the bowl of flour and sugar. After the third, she was not allowed to help me anymore. Kicking screaming meltdown ensued. Morning—day OFF morning—disrupted. Was it worth it? Thing is, it was not about the muffin mess. I don’t mind cleaning a little flour off the counter. But after 3 times, she was testing. And the answer… Read more

August 6, 2011

Around here, if you want to enjoy any outside time between june and october, it has to be early. I mean like, nonsense early. Luckily, our kids wake up nonsense early. So this morning, we threw on some shoes, grabbed the dog, and were leaving the house by 7 (true story) babies and all. I mean, I left the house without COFFEE people. Don’t fear for my family though. They are all ok. We moved to a beautiful preserve area… Read more

August 5, 2011

even though I grew up in Kentucky, I did not know I was from Kentucky until Mr. Berry gave me the great gift of place. He is a poet, a prophet, a leader, a teacher; a farmer, activist, environmentalist; writer, humanitarian and award-winning voice in the great big world. But above all, he is a Kentuckian, and he has shown a great many of us–wherever we may roam– what it means to be “from” someplace good. Read more

August 4, 2011

The good news is, she didn’t go for the walls. She didn’t go for the furniture. She didn’t even go for the dog or the baby brother. She went for August. August in my perfectly-planned planning planner. And she created a masterpiece that ran across every day on the page. Read more

August 3, 2011

Nice Enough… I moved last month.  If you haven’t seen a blog post about the spiritual exercise of moving , or the theological value of letting some things go, blah blah blah, it’s because I’ve been too overwhelmed to write anything. Moving on… we love our new house, and its wilderness views.  (I’ll post pics soon). Bad news: the neighbors. To be fair, I’ve only met two of them. One was nice enough, but did not seem at all interested… Read more

July 28, 2011

When Jeremy and i moved to arizona, we had 5 blissful weeks between the time we put ky in the rear view mirror, and my start date at foothills. We resisted all urges to come straight to phoenix, unpack, find jeremy a job, and be grown-ups. The movers took our stuff to storage (some of which we got back eventually… not recommending that moving company any time soon) and for 5 weeks we were on roam. “You’re homeless!” my bff… Read more

June 29, 2011

It is officially hot enough to melt your shoes out there, so lots of time to enjoy a good book in the a/c! Or better yet, take that good book and seek higher ground. Curling up in a cabin in Flagstaff sounds just divine right about now… Last summer I skipped the annual reading list because I was pregnant and re-reading my all-time favorites (crazy hormones send you running for the familiar–for me that meant lots of trips to Hogwarts, Mitford,… Read more

June 20, 2011

This is what the Church is up against, folks. The people who come through our doors are asked, at every turn out there in the world, to give to this and that thing, person, or cause. Often they are asked by people who don’t know how to ask for it. Usually by people who don’t know the first thing about the potential giver or his/her situation. Often by people who don’t know the difference in, say, supporting cancer, vs supporting cancer research (which, i’m sure, is what she meant). Read more

June 17, 2011

this is not the first time someone has told me, “hey, you’re still wearing your name tag.” Strangers who would never presume to point out other social faux pas, have no qualms in pointing out this one. “Be careful,” they are sort of saying. “That nametag is an invitation for someone to talk to you, learn your name, find out about what you do. And once we’ve left the office, none of us wants that!” Read more

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