My husband tried to command me to blog about Rachel Held Evans saying something or other. But observe how his Evil Patriarchal Grip has broken apart as I blog about Something Completely Different. I know, it’s so shocking. Here I am a submissive, obedient wife just flinging aside the clear direction of my husband and doing My Own Thing. How will complementarianism ever survive. I guess that the story of the day, all of us having got over the Gorilla... Read more
I have been lugging around a modicum of guilt the last many weeks. Right before we left to be on vacation I received a copy of The Pursuing God in the mail with a note that our beloved editor here on the Evangelical Channel thought I ought to read it. As you all know, I am not a great reader, but rather a slow one. And so I have been trucking away through this book, and have not yet reached... Read more
Elphine and I got to see Love and Friendship yesterday while the little girls harassed their grandmother in the Angry Birds Movie and Matt went with the boys to see Captain America Civil War. It was so very gendered of us. What a failure we are to modern life. But there was no way that Elphine, nor I, could be prevailed upon to endure Captain America. Whereas Love and Friendship–what a charming movie. I hope to go see it again... Read more
It’s so great to wake up late and find that all the children are still sleeping. I have long prayed for this moment, longed for it, dreamt of it. It’s amazing to sleep through the night at all, but to sleep and then wake up to the perfect still quiet of children snoring? That is a long coveted dream. ********************************** Yesterday we made it up to Austin to worship at Christ Church. We meant to go last year but circumstances... Read more
Part of being on holiday means going to church like a regular person, sitting in the pew and then going out to lunch afterward. Today the service doesn’t start till 11 which meant that I slept until something ridiculous like 7am. That’s usually the moment when I’m shouting at the kids to get dressed and go to church, being already dressed and on my way there myself. A while ago there was a ridiculous advertisement comprised of shiny people lazing... Read more
Couldn’t post this morning because of needing to rush down to the Pearl District so as to wander around the Farmer’s Market and then have lunch at La Gloria. Now that I’m stuffed with a whole little bubbling cauldron’s worth of toasted cheese and corn tortillas, and sucked down just one teensy margarita, I feel well equipped to deliver up all manner of links. First up, of course, here’s our podcast in which we chatter along about Trump and Hillary,... Read more
Finished up the last exam for school yesterday, which probably explains why I’m so tired I can barely open my eyes today–the inevitable mental, emotional, and physical crash at the concluding moment of a long year. Now I have to muster some remaining energy to write my final reports and then I’ll be done. Read a good article that I can’t, of course, find anywhere now, about how homeschooling has become hijacked by the craziness that drives regular school culture... Read more
We went nearly a week without the magical einkorn bread. Somehow, contrary to scripture, the jar of flour did run dry and we had to order more from Amazon. And then there was the long weekend which Ruined Everything. But finally, on Tuesday, it came. And so Matt stood around in his parent’s kitchen all yesterday afternoon making pitas. The pita is a really satisfying kind of bread. A loaf is good, certainly, but you have to cut it, which... Read more
A few weeks ago, on one of those ordinary days that the Internet was ramping itself up into an outrage (the Usual Outrage–I forget which one now) I had something click into place in my mind. It was one of those silent moments that pass you by and later you look back and understand that from that point on, everything has been different and will probably carry on being better. So what was it? What happened? This revolutionary moment that... Read more
I really really don’t want to talk about the gorilla thing, however much the Internet may squeeze my tender consciousness to weigh in. I have children, I like animals. The whole thing is a great sadness to me, though not the mother who gets to still have her child. But what is a child, when there’s a gorilla to be had. Actually, it does sort of tie in, because what I really wanted to rattle on about was the Minimalists.... Read more
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