My life on WIC
But when I really start tensing up is cashing out with multiple checks: an ordeal that takes twenty minutes, at minimum, depending…
But when I really start tensing up is cashing out with multiple checks: an ordeal that takes twenty minutes, at minimum, depending…
Here, baby, watch me blend the ingredients
When I am done, lick the cookie dough spoon
For when I am stressed I bake, I bake
And when I am stressed, I bake.
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Today, at last, the snow melted enough for me to check how things were doing. The tulip greens were up a couple of inches, the daffodils barely poking, not even the crocuses showing any color yet. I looked for the Lenten Rose, finally exposed to the light just hours before.
It was tiny and crumpled and distressed.
How do you carve out time to invest in your marriage during busy seasons? What habits do you incorporate into your life to build love? Can you share simple ways to add some special?
Ways to love in busy seasons: your turn Read More »
Easter is my favorite holiday of the whole year!
I have written other years about our family’s Easter celebrations. Here are a couple of links to previous posts you may enjoy, to spark your own celebrations.
Quick links regarding Easter Read More »
I do not enjoy housecleaning. I enjoy only the afterglow. In fact, I have almost resolved to spend as little time housecleaning as possible for the rest of my life. But I do not enjoy a messy house either. In light of these facts, I tried an experiment that I just completed: my first month on a four-week cleaning schedule rotation, where I scrub for a few minutes each morning and that’s it…
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Do you ever wish for an utterly new and unknown food flavor – perhaps an exotic fruit from Tahiti or a mysterious concoction created in a small French kitchen, a subtle, smooth, completely novel taste experience? I do. There’s a name I’m giving it tonight – the flavor is called feliz…
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In my husband’s rubber boots, I walk through the crunchy-wet snow to check how things are growing. Brave and hardy, new-sprung leaves are poking through the ice. I always worry about them, and wish I could tuck them up warm. They need another mama while the earth pulls her nasty pranks on them and leaves them to shiver.
This is the sixth homemade dinner that’s been brought to my door since my foster kiddos arrived seven weeks ago; and another is promised for next week. Plus there’ve been special desserts and homemade granola and snack mixes and a huge box of diapers and babysitting and you know, little stuff like that; ladies bring this and say can you use it? I don’t know how to say how blessed I am.
We Christians have always been good at line-drawing, and we are usually the ones who do it best. Or, if we dislike our upbringing, the ones who do it worst. The Catholics are too iconic, the Anglicans too liturgical, the black churches too emotive, the Quakers too quiet, the Methodists too formal, the Pentecostals too hyper, the Mennonites too traditional. Private worship is too individualistic, and public is too contrived or too showy. In the end, is there any good way to worship? that’s unlike what we are comfortable with?