MOTHERHOOD
lately
Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our father’s love — difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul’s miseries, her burdens, her needs — everything, because through them, she learns humility, realizes her
F O U R!
The other night at dinner, you sat by my side — not necessarily a coveted position these days because you tend to use your neighbor more for a napkin than a conversation partner — but
eight.
Burke, this evening at 10:36 you turned eight. Even now, as I listen to your unrestrained laughter with friends in the other room, I can scarcely believe it. Eight years. Just. Like. That. Most mornings,
three minutes with Blythe
Here’s three minutes with our giggly six-year-old: unscripted, unrehearsed, limited editing. Enjoy!
you are my sunshine
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. -Kurt Vonnegut It’s mid-February and already our trees are birthing
Lately
We’ve moved into this new year like a sleep-deprived mother moves out of bed — slowly, bed-head and all. Although Mark did remove the Christmas tree to the fire pit area of our backyard, our
nine.
“For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its
a swelling happiness
Mark’s currently taking a class on radical publishers/writers during the British Romantic period — which of course creates 1700 pages of light summer reading for him. (Wink. Wink.) Although he at times must drudge through