[Jesus wondering why you say you love that smoothie.] I spent an indulgent hour this week, meandering around the internet, saving articles I am sure I will someday have time to read. My box is full up with scintillating politics, history, art, and social commentary. But while I was thus pursuant of all that is interesting and clever, some social media site suggested an ‘article’ to me, and because it had both the word ‘Sunday’ (which I love) and ‘Self... Read more
I am irresolutely trying to overhaul the rhythm of my life. This is a thing that has to happen every so often, like every five years or something, when I discover that the children have grown and I have changed and what was working fine before now feels angular and discomfiting. Usually I notice this and so does Matt only after everything is falling apart around our ears and then, when it is almost too late, we sit down and... Read more
How ’bout some Takes. Let’s see if we can get all the way to seven. One This is kind of what my day felt like yesterday. All those people who school year around, who calmly carry on, day after day, week after week, taking days off as they need them but never deviating from the ordered, quiet business of learning, have got to be the ones that are inheriting the kingdom of God, or at least the kingdom of a... Read more
I have an hour and a half left to endure in the Life Changing Magic of Tidying up. I am listening to it on audible, and I always leave it until I’ve listened to everything else I can possibly get my fingers on–every book, every podcast, every lecture. So you know it’s bad when I finally push play on it once more. I had got through the spiritual, life giving properties of folding the sock, and through all the other... Read more
Goodness, all of you on Facebook and Twitter are So Kind–that’s not the word I’m searching for. I spent the whole day looking for words, which are usually right at my fingertips, but found myself speechless. All the birthday wishes and friendly regards and prayers made me feel the worm that I truly am–If you knew the blackness of my soul, you would Not rush out to wish me another happy year. Nevertheless, I am so grateful. Still groping around... Read more
She's right though. She does lead women. Right out of the center of the church... Read more
Good Morning. Hope you all have your glasses at the ready. We don’t have any. We’ll probably watch it on YouTube or something. We did do up a podcast–staycation highlights. We meander along about some of the things we read, what we ate, what museums we went to, and what a great baker our oldest child is. Scintillating. That’s what it probably is. And now on to a few links. Not too many because the coming eclipse is making me... Read more
I find racism the most boring of all idolatries. It's so facile, so cruelly obvious to write somebody off, to deny his humanity because of what he looks like. Read more
Matt went out on his own and picked a color of paint for the porch that is not, um, quite what I had envisioned. He enthusiastically applied the first coat insisting over and over that it would darken and become exactly what I had described to him, and to myself. But twenty-four hours later it is as bright and alarming as ever and he has reluctantly agreed that we could maybe return Together to the paint store. But first he’s... Read more
Friday! Takes! One Didn’t realize it was Friday. Haven’t known what day it is all week long. Even when I look at a calendar it doesn’t register at all. I suppose that will all change next week when the reality of work hits me like a brick. Or maybe I will be able to float along on a cloud of unknowing. That would be so great. Two This hasn’t been the holiday I wanted, but rather the holiday I Needed.... Read more
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