You can't run on gratitude alone. I knew this already, but I'm learning it again. All the heartfelt thanks in the world are not going to make up for the lost sleep, poor food choices, and exhaustion. It feels good to receive heartfelt thanks. Then it gets awkward, watching a tear of gratitude trickle down … Continue reading You can’t run on gratitude alone.
Another week, another meal train. More meals made for a family that is not my own. Another night of pasta and whatever vegetables we happen to have in the fridge for dinner so someone else can have a freshly made pot roast and veggies or baked ziti and a salad. Brownies for dessert, something chocolate … Continue reading I’ve “done enough” and I’m going to do more
I'm thankful to live in a community that, when you have to make a phone call saying "This family has been displaced, and lost everything to the horrific natural disaster" the immediate reply is "What can I do to help?" Once the needs were known, people followed up with concrete action: bringing meals, helping to arrange … Continue reading “You’ve done enough.”
I took my wedding dress out of the protective storage box today. It looked beautiful in the box, neatly laid out, it was everything my twenty-two year old self had dreamed of. It was strapless, with some beading, white. The first time I put it on, it made me feel like a princess, I felt … Continue reading I took my wedding dress out of the protective storage box today
I was going to write a blog post today, but as soon as I thought I had a few moments, I heard a little voice announcing "I need sharper scissors" and then another voice "I'll go get the big kitchen scissors" and then the first voice saying "No, no, I cut this myself." Then there was … Continue reading the ego is reborn in a symphony of phenomena
Grime lives on my windowsill And forgotten cheerios Some flies That did not escape the blinds And a spider, Still very much alive A puddle of orange juice From a sippy cup That should never Have left the kitchen Mixed with dust bunnies Cleaning is pointless Until my children move out Inspired by Karen, the … Continue reading My Windowsill
The other day at drop off I was chatting with some other mothers about how we spend our childfree mornings while our little ones are at school. The usual errands, cleaning, the occasional manicure or massage, sometimes a project, or various appointments. When we get back we compare notes on what we managed to accomplish, some … Continue reading the uneasy détente with the elephant: life “after” Christian Science
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The following guest post is a short story by Joseph Woodbury III., shared with his permission. A frail, elderly lady, pale and birdlike, walked slowly down the busy street, quietly singing a hymn to herself, “Shepherd, show me how to go, O’er the hillside steep. How to gather, how to sow, How to feed Thy … Continue reading All the Rugged Way
A number of years ago, my father gave me a small pendent of an anchor. I wore it on a necklace, similar to the way Christians wear crosses. I never felt comfortable wearing a cross, none of them ever felt "right" and I never had a Christian Science "cross and crown" pendent, although for a … Continue reading My Inner Quiet