The other day a blogging-friend (Judy, over at Connecting Dots...to God) posed a question which is plaguing a whole generation of parents. The dilemma? Kid-calendars! Many kids today have such busy schedules that a person might be forgiven for mistaking a glimpse of their calendars for schedules of heads of state. Even parents who remember … Continue reading The Controversy of Kid-Calendars
hoMAge
Mother's Day cards just don't cover it. There's not a one on the market that's sufficient to express my thoughts about the awesome Lady who made me. She's fully that (a Lady, that is) when she has a mind to be, having grown up in days when her Girl Scout uniform included white gloves and a girdle... … Continue reading hoMAge
Lucky 13 for One Mommy
The last time Mother's Day was on the thirteenth (my lucky number!) was the year 2001--my first Mother's Day as a Mommy. It was also the day we baptized my son Christian, wearing the same christening-gown I'd worn twenty-six years earlier. My parents have shared it with many family friends in the intervening years, and … Continue reading Lucky 13 for One Mommy
A Pilgrimage of Perspective
Tricia Mitchell just posted a lovely blog about the castle in Heidelberg, Germany--accompanied by some of her own photos and memories of this castle over the years, and posing the question of whether her readers had memories to share. I wrote to her that although it's been almost three decades since I've been there (and although I … Continue reading A Pilgrimage of Perspective
Past, President, Future
Last week a time-warp descended on the State Park beside our house. Overlaid on the invisible borders of the frisbee-golf course, an army encampment of Civil War soldiers and camp followers sprang up, authentic in every detail (except, perhaps, for the general lack of dirt and grime). This group of history hobbyists pitches camp here … Continue reading Past, President, Future
Dandelion Bouquet
To continue a theme of "coming out of the dark," I have to share my Roomie's post with you today. But let me first introduce you to my Roomie. Pepper and I met through some collaborative freelance work last year, and jokingly took to referring to each other as "roommates in a padded cell." We … Continue reading Dandelion Bouquet
…and Morning
Still reading Lamott, and here's her next gift to me: And this is God's own truth: the more often I cried in my room in Ixtapa and felt just generally wretched, the more often I started to have occasional moments of utter joy, of feeling aware of each moment shining for its own momentous sake. … Continue reading …and Morning
Kana's Chronicles 