You turned ten months old last Tuesday. Almost every other month of your living, we’ve celebrated the 16th with a photo and a little “Happy X month birthday, T-Rexy!” This time, I didn’t even notice. I was waiting all week for the 19th which, amazingly, I thought was your 10 month birthday. It didn’t even occur to me until the night of the 18th that you were born on a 16, not a 19. Oh, honey, I’m sorry you’re the... Read more
Remember how I made a New Year’s Resolution that I would be reading, really reading and thinking about, one poem a day for the year of 2012? I love poetry, I write poetry, I studied poetry, but it’s amazing how difficult it can be to make poetry a priority in my reading life. I have a pile of books that I’ve been meaning to get to for years and my commitment to one poem a day is how I’m going... Read more
“If in ordinary life we have a favour to ask of someone who has power and authority, we naturally approach that person with due deference and respect. When we come, then with our requests in prayer before the Lord, who is God of all creation, is it not all the more important that we should approach him in a spirit of real humility and a devotion that is open to him alone and free from distracting thoughts? We really must... Read more
Oh, friends. I’m writing this on Monday night. It’s 9:15 and Chris and I have finally sat down, exhausted. It’s been one of those emotional nights of demanding children, erupting tantrums, long efforts to love, snuggle and get our emotional three-year-old into his bed more than an hour later than he should have been. Some days work and some days need some fixing. Some nights you eat dark chocolate at 9:15 because you love it and some nights you eat... Read more
The problem with having a blog in which you’re constantly revealing yourself to strangers is the tendency to only reveal the pleasant parts of yourself (intentionally or unintentionally). See, you may think I’m a super deep thinker and all I ever do is meditate on powerful and spiritual things about motherhood, except for when I’m asthmatically jogging at the same pace as the postman is walking, or reading important novels while intentionally pursuing “authentic community,” green living, and smiling sweetly... Read more
A leper came to Jesus begging him, and kneeling he said to him, “If you choose, you can make me clean.” Moved with pity, Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him, and said to him, “I do choose. Be made clean.” (Mark 1: 40-45) I do choose. I do choose. I do. I do. I have a tape recording of myself as a three (four?)-year-old dramatically retelling the story of Bartimeaus the blind man in the Gospel of Mark with... Read more
“The words of the Psalm are: I have uttered your praises seven times during the day. We shall fulfill that sacred number of seven if at the times of Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers and Compline we perform the duty of service to God, because it was of these day hours that the psalm said: I have uttered our praise seven times during the day” (The Rule of St. Benedict, Chapter 16). I remember in college when I reread... Read more
This boy who loves his new swim class. (And the husband who spends Saturday morning with him in the indoor YMCA pool.) Rainy Mondays full of purpose. A walk from the Target parking lot to the grocery parking lot. In the rain. With a baby attached. In honor of my days in San Francisco. And because not everything should be so easy all the time. Sharing a car with my husband. Yep, it’s difficult sometimes, but I love getting to... Read more
You arrive at church 30 minutes late and take another 30 to lower your raised blood pressure. When you blame your husband for the family’s problem of time and he rolls his eyes because he knows the truth. You had such plans, such plans! To write and work and finally put away the Christmas decorations. To organize the garage while you were at it and play with your kids some too. But, instead, your boys scream during lunch and scream... Read more
It’s Sunday morning, New Year’s Day, and for the first New Year’s ever, I’m not exhausted from a late night party. Chris and I rang in 2012 with an early dinner with new friends at our home. They left and we sat outside in the backyard, talking at the table. Then, it was 10:45 and, one day home from the East coast, we decided to call it 2012 when our Philly friends did. We pulled Times Square up on the... Read more
Micha Boyett
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