Monthly Archives: May 2013

saving my life. 6

Every week after the bread is broken and the wine is poured, these words are spoken: the gifts of God for the people of God. The ordinary made extraordinary when we share the meal. In the Bible, Jesus is portrayed as physical and practical. Take and eat this food. Shake that dust from your sandals. […]

i might have finally learned how to quit you. 2

(With apologies to Brokeback Mountain.) Josh Ritter says that every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied, and I think he means love, but maybe he’s just talking about what life and other people do to you. How do we survive that tight feeling in the chest when we are hurting? […]

a poem for sunday (accidentally posted on a monday) 1

I know, I know, a 30-something white Christian mommy blogger posting Mary Oliver–especially this poem in particular–has been done. And yet. It is so great that I am going to post it anyway. I will be honest and say that we watched the whole fourth season of Arrested Development yesterday, which is why I didn’t […]

a steady quiet pentecost. 1

I meant to do something to celebrate Pentecost. Something with strawberries to represent tongues of flame. And balloons. I would probably have instagrammed it. But this is a busy time of year for teachers. Our whole family was still recovering from Atticus’s surgery and subsequent grumpiness. And, if you must know, I feel a certain […]

on being a helper instead of needing one. 3

The helpers have been in the news a lot lately: the people who ran towards the bomb blasts in Boston, the neighbor with McDonald’s. As much as I would want to be the person who runs to help after a bomb goes off, the truth is that I think I might have run the other […]

a poem for sunday. 1

“You Can’t Have It All” by Barbara Ras But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back. You can have the purr of […]

saving my life. 1

Last Tuesday, Atticus and I showed up at the surgical center before 6:30 (yes, that is in the morning) for him to get a second round of tubes. He’d had three ear infections in the two months since his first set fell out, and those ear infections were making all of us miserable. So, tubes. […]

lived in. 3

One of my pet peeves is when teachers tell students to be quiet because this is a library. Not anymore, I say! These days the library is a dynamic learning environment. Despite the silence you remember from your childhood (when I got in trouble at both my school library and the public library for volume […]

a poem for sunday. 1

I had planned to find something other than this, but it’s really my favorite poem for Mother’s Day. “The Lanyard” by Billy Collins The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when […]

reckless trust. 1

Where are we going, Mama? Where ARE we going, Atticus? To the library! That’s right! Atticus is in a phase where he asks questions that he already knows the answers to. Here’s a random sampling: What are you doing, Mama? What’s in your mouth? What’s that noise? Where’s Daddy? Librarians patiently answer the same questions […]

a poem for sunday. 1

“On Turning Ten” by Billy Collins The whole idea of it makes me feel like I’m coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light– a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul. […]