I’m late getting this post written today because I had a Girls Night Out with my friend Anne last night. She introduced me to the amazingness of the Korean Spa and then we had Indian food. Not bad for a Monday night. I’m thankful for a night on the town with a friend. And for… My niece Samantha who is on her way into this world as we speak. We’re all so excited to have a new tiny baby (a girl!) in... Read more
When August was four months old, the Phillies won the World Series. The Phils had won once before, in October of 1980, when my husband was four months old. Chris spent his childhood in love with the Philadelphia Phillies. And he went into his adult Philadelphia fandom with great commitment. So, of course, baby August donned his Phillies sweatshirt and hat. And we cheered like crazy. We brought that kid out to the TV so we could say he had... Read more
When I was one year into my life in graduate school, I helped take a group of 100 or so East Syracuse kids to Young Life camp. I’d done a lot of work with high school students by that time. I was almost 24 and I’d been a paid intern with the youth at my church several summers in a row. I’d taught Sunday School to high school juniors at my church the year after college. I’d been to what... Read more
Megan Tietz was one of the first blogs and bloggers I got to know in this little corner of the internet. And since that first connection I have constantly felt supported and encouraged by her. She has guest posted for me before and it’s a joy to have her back. I pull the ugly yellow fleece blanket up closer to myself, prop my feet up, and lean back in the front porch rocking chair. It’s Election Day and she... Read more
Today is election day in the US and I know a good blogger would have something really meaningful to say about that. But today, I’m going to have to send you elsewhere for your meaningful election posts, because I’m obsessed with the fact that we’re in our new apartment! I’m still operating without Internet so my sole communication with the outside world has been radio and Twitter on my phone. (My phone is pretty lame so my tweets are barely-tweets.)... Read more
We’re moving today. Are you so sick of me saying that? Me too. So, in honor of my mind and tasks being elsewhere, I’m giving you a hodgepodge of things I’m thinking about today: The best things about eight weeks in two separate temporary homes: August finally getting to experience his dream come true: Stairs in his house! (Too bad that only lasted 4 weeks). Cable! Cable in both temporary homes! Or, as my kid calls it: Live TV... Read more
“Why is it called Halloween, Mom?” We’re driving to preschool. This is the time of day when August asks all the good questions. “Ummmm…” I say. I say that a lot. See the thing is he wants a real answer. He wants the history and the reasoning. If he knew the word ‘etymology,’ he’d want that too. I stop at the light. “So, Halloween is a holiday that comes from ‘All Hallows Eve.’” “Just like Christmas Eve!” “Yeah, like Christmas... Read more
After a day spent texting and checking on East coast friends and family, what a sweet thing to wake up and find all are safe. Also, the house we own (and rent out) in Philadelphia did not flood! (With its flooded past, that is a miracle, friends.) My sister-in-law Michelle’s facebook posts. Love that girl. (PS She’s going to have a baby any day and we can’t wait for a little girl in our world!) The gift of living near... Read more
A project like A Year of Biblical Womanhood, in which Rachel Held Evans spends a year attempting to follow every specific biblical principle applied to women, could easily have come off as a mockery, one more 300-page joke about how the Bible is backward and legalistic and written by women-hating ancients. Instead Evans invites us into her struggle: her love for scripture and her willingness to work through the parts of the Bible that she isn’t quite sure how to... Read more
Last night I had a phone conversation with a friend from Austin: a sophomore in college, a girl I adore, a dear soul who has been battling cancer for the past few years. She texted me while I fed the boys their dinner. She asked if we could talk that night. Oh, I dreaded that phone call. All through the bedtime ritual, I thought: Dear God, what is she going to tell me? I feared the worst. I prepared my... Read more
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