poetic Thursday
This song keeps returning to me, and each time I hear it, I appreciate it’s poetic genius even more. This musician, Mark Mathis, personifies the ocean, describing his love affair with the moon, defending… Read More
what do you say?
Isn’t it strange the way that our vehicles and homes have become extensions of ourselves? I suppose whether we like it or not our possessions say something about us. Every choice we make… Read More
can you hear me now?
Being at least two feet smaller than most people around you must leave you with a sense of being unseen, and therefore unheard. That’s my only assumption for Burke’s volume level when he speaks.… Read More
remembering
Yesterday, we (the entire family) planted our first vegetable garden. I had no idea the amount of toil this would require, managing the kids and exactly how many seeds they dropped and in which places. Certainly… Read More
dogtags: an explanation of sorts
People ask me fairly often if we have any pets. My response? “No, I have three kids under five.” Occassionally, Mark tries to convince me that we need an animal around here. The most… Read More
too busy for introspection?
March — what happened to March? It has been a blur of activity: Burke’s birthday, Beckett’s birth/day, traveling to DFW, traveling to OKC, traveling back to DFW and visiting friends and family, traveling… Read More
the world according to Liam
I remember as a child and teenager hearing, “why are you so eager to grow up? What’s the rush?” Even as a little person, I idealized the future. Certainly, the mystery of… Read More
thanks to the grandparents…
As some of you know, I work part-time for a local college in their writing center tutoring students in writing. Well, this last weekend five of us traveled to another university for a… Read More
sweetie-mcgoody/cougar: our little girl’s split persona
Meet Sweetie-McGoody… …and now, the cougar. Blythe adds so much dimension and personality to our little family. Even at almost 17 months, she demands an audience. The Sweety-McGoody-Blythe greets me in the morning with her large, doe eyes, dimpled smile,… Read More
a peek inside our marriage
Mark and I like to keep things “spicy” by writing little notes to one another on our bathroom mirror (we’ll have to reconsider once Liam is able to read more than three letter… Read More
introducing beckett north douglass…
our first nephew. Mark, the kids, and I went to Austin today to see our new nephew. Here are a few pics I caught; unfortunately, Ella (big sister) was taking a nap, so… Read More
happy 3rd birthday, sweet boy.
We’re late to be somewhere, anywhere. You approach me and ask, “Mom, will you put on my shoes?” I bend down, wrestling to force your limp foot into submission while supporting your weight… Read More
generations later, lewis would be proud
When Mark and I went to London for our honeymoon, we found this quaint bookshop full of all sorts of literary treasure, old and new. In it we found a hardbound compilation of the Chronicles… Read More
holes in my sound wall
“SILENCES are holes in the sound wall/SOUNDS are bubbles on the surface of silence. Sound, like silence, is both opening and filling/concave and convex/life and death…[E]ntering into LIFE is also entering into the… Read More
