So it’s … September?
I am finding myself oddly relieved that summer is on its way out whilst simultaneously dreading the advent of Fall for, perhaps, the first time in my adult life. I have always loved PSL season, the thrill…
The wonder of the last baby
I hold my breath, waiting for another cry to pierce the midnight air. Ten, twenty seconds pass. Maybe I imagined it. Then a wail goes up like a fire engine and I push myself up and swing…
An incarnate Jesus necessitates incarnate worship
Let me start this off with a big ol 2020 caveat: if you’re concerned about transmitting or contracting covid, whether because of an underlying condition or an immunocompromised person in your life, you should be free to…
Kids burned through the entire Disney+ catalogue and it’s only July? Try this to get back into the swing of learning.
I know I should be gently nudging our days back towards something resembling structure, particularly structure of the academic variety, but with the prospect of a very, very different sort of back to school season looming over…
The tyranny of unforgiveness
In what attention I’ve paid to recent news cycles, the dominant theme – the one thing that we still collectively agree on, one might be forgiven for thinking – is anger. Anger with causes both righteous and…
A stupid easy habit that might just change your life
Lately, prayer has been um, more ejaculatory in nature. Less journaling and contented silence spent in the adoration chapel, more shouting the Lord’s name decidedly not in vain and hoping that the kids understand mommy isn’t swearing,…
He is doing a new thing.
I can’t count how many times over these past few months I’ve stopped and rolled my eyes (and maybe shaken my metaphorical fists a tiny little bit) heavenward and asked God “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SERIOUSLY, WHAT?WHY??”…
Not fit for social Me-dia
Hi, hey, how are you guys? Long time no, um, write. Right, so anyway, picking up in a less emotionally fragile state at the moment. Maybe we can just, you know, pretend the past 4 months or…
Quarantine caterpillars
I read an essay by another mother reflecting on the endless munching which accompanies days in this life lately, and her use of the main character from everyone’s favorite baby book as metaphor was apt. Hungry little…
Palm Sunday at Home + Life in the Quaran-time
Probably you think I’m going to share some profound and well thought out explanation of how we’re hallowing the sabbath here as a peaceful family of 8, but in reality it’s 9 am, 3 out of 6…