Me: What is Daddy doing?Emma: He’s talking to Hendle Berman.Me: Who?Emma: Hendal Bemerman.Me: Oh. I see. Can he get you lunch?Emma: Um um no. Daddy said there’s a bemergency.Me: What kind of emergency?Emma: Daddy said there’s a cummun bemergency.Me: So he really can’t get you lunch?Emma: No, he said that he has to write a persponse about it.3 seconds laterMatt: Anne! Anne! Anne! Are you reading Stand firm? Why are the children talking to me? Anne! Anne! Read more

I ran into someone very briefly at Mere Anglicanism who expressed surprise that WO was coming up so often–several questions were asked of the scholars panel and Common Cause panel about the issue and what sort of common life we can expect to be facing in the near future, when, and if, the dust settles.’I thought it was a done deal’, he said.’Oh no. Its right there under the surface, ready to emerge the moment we have an inkling of… Read more

Matt, after making me the most divine omelette eggs, cheese, some sort of sausage, perfect consistency and flavorhas gone out for a walk. There’s no way I’m going outside in this wretched cold. So instead I’m sitting here hitting refresh on T19 and Stand Firm. I guess I should do my homework or clean the house. But its just so hard to get away from this machine. Sigh Read more

As we go into next week let me also just remind you (those of you who were at the blogger’s dinner at Mere Anglicanism) of my One Prediction regarding Tanzania.I put my little all on Akinola telling KJS in a very nice and Christian way to go boil her head, or something to that effect, either by letter, or statement or in an interview or personally. Whatever the outcome of the communion, that’s my prediction.I’m a blogger. I can predict. Read more

Our house is covered in wire and video equipment. Matt is every other second on the phone to Greg or Sarah or on IM. As I sit here the bringgg of Greg punctuates each line that I write. We are saturating ourselves in technology and news and busyness, fending off, at least for me, the looming anxiety of the days ahead.Because face it, we hope.We can lower our expectations. We can analyze and comment and make predictions and snap at… Read more

I went, today, with my three little ones, to the funeral of my Great Uncle Santo Joseph Feldi (for whom, I am very frustrated to say, I could not find any sensible picture). He was born December 21, 1915 and died February 6, 2007 at the grand age of 91. I ask your prayers for my Great Aunt Kathryn Feldi who said three times to me today, “We do not sorrow as those who have no hope.” The pictures here… Read more

So I might have mentioned that we have three cats and a dog. The dog, Maggie, belongs to Matt and fortunately sleeps on the floor. She resents me, having been the love of Matt’s life before I came along.The first cat belongs to me. She is very very fat and doesn’t have any claws. She sleeps by my head under the covers spread out the long way so that I am squished and uncomfortable all night, trying to accommodate her,… Read more

“Every time Episcopal Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori dons her personalized vestments, there’s a vision of sunrise.Colors of the “new dawn,” cited so often by the prophet Isaiah, are sewn into her personalized mantle and bishop’s hat — an orange glow rises from a green hem to a dawn-blue band below purple heavens.Jefferts Schori herself stands for a new day in her church:”It really is all about clothes. Say whatever you want about the Millennium Goals or taking God out… Read more

Matt and I have over the past few months, been watching Top Chef. Anyone seen it?It was a cooking competition—every week there’s a challenge and someone is eliminated.The last person standing gets a lot of money and the title Top Chef. The last episode was last week.We would stay up late on Wednesday night to watch the new episode and then would watch it through the week as it was replayedover and over until the new episode came out.I liked… Read more

Well, I’m sorry to say it, but I’m exhausted. I know I raved and bragged about the baby sleeping through the night, but it turned out to be a big cheap lie. He did sleep, about 2 or 3 nights, and then was back to screaming again. Thing is, the sucker weighs 15 lbs. There is absolutely no reason on earth or in heaven for him to eat his pudgy way through the night. So now, for many nights, we… Read more