Before 2016, much of my car-time involved taking a girl or two to an activity. For me relaxing in the car means talking about whatever’s on my mind. Or her mind, or whomever else’s mind. My nest is empty; no one’s in my car. But my musing doesn’t quit just because of that. So now you’re the one “Driving With Daughters!”
…and the people did as they pleased… [A] certain Levite, residing in the remote parts of the hill country of Ephraim, took to himself a concubine from Bethlehem in Judah. But his concubine became angry with him, and she went away from him to her father’s house at Bethlehem in Judah, and was there some four […]
I’m thinking about bodies. About fingers, toes, skin, muscles, moving, sleeping, kissing. I have to write a short paper about Christology for school (good thing it has to be short!), and the facet I’m intrigued by is: Jesus was a particular person. Just like I am a particular person, but also not like me at […]
[Why haven’t I posted this before? I don’t know, why haven’t I posted this before?! First written in February 2016.] Start with small people and small things, if you can. If you have a “My do it MY-SELF!” person, so much the better — let My tackle all the things where the outcome isn’t a […]
My daughter A was in a multi-car pileup—really more of a matryoshka accident, where her component was her complete stop and the car behind her’s not-quite complete stop. She did all the good things: called her mom, started the conversation with, “I’m fine; we’re all safe, but…,” did as the police officers asked, exchanged information. […]
Your Reckoning. And Mine. As stories about abuse, assault, and complicity come flooding out, how do we think about the culprits in our lives? Including, sometimes, ourselves. —By Rebecca Traister “This is different. This is ’70s-style, organic, mass, radical rage, exploding in unpredictable directions.” “[…]But it’s also harrowing because it’s confusing; because the wrath may […]
Somehow, when I applied my rubric to today I never got past #2. But there was a lovely long convo with the recently-birthday girl. Besides, I’m still sore from Saturday+Sunday.
By all reports, on this the evening of her twentieth birthday—one hour after the exact anniversary of her birth, in fact!—my B is an Enneagram One. While I was working in the yard this weekend (almost all weekend!), the podcasts I listened to included Typology’s Episode 16, “Sleeping At Last: Grace Requires Nothing of You.” […]
It’s about this time now. Too early to be done with a day, but there it is-! This illustration is taken from A Net to Catch Time by Sarah Harrell Banks and illustrated by Scott Cook. We got it in a box of prizes that A once won from our amazing independent bookstore, BookPeople. I […]
On Sunday my youngest will no longer be a teen. We will have no children who could even remotely be claimed as children (though we definitely will be claiming some dependents for tax and health-insurance purposes!). Folk have been commenting in the past two years about each of our girls: “My goodness, she looks so […]
My formerly-a-nutritionist-friend was right on the money when she said The Shape I’m In would require daily maintenance. Not that I doubted her; she’s the kind of scientist I’m accustomed to and only speaks verifiable truths in her field(s) of expertise. So I’ve stood on the scale nightly even after the Half-Plate Project wrapped last […]
