Things That Work and Things that Don’t
Some days my life flows with a serendipity that astonishes me. Other days, not so much. Where will I find a box of the right size?
Tag: frustration
Communal living
My parents-in-law are living with us for a week: communal living at its finest. We’re remodeling our master bedroom together–‘we’ as in I’m cooking the lunches and riding along to Home Depot. And asking good questions of course. And there may be a few other things I forget, like handing a tool to someone and […]
On gardening and imperfection
Part A Confession: Almost I would give up writing on any issue I care about, for the way in which I am tested in that area immediately afterwards. I wrote about seeing work as play, and immediately began taking my own so seriously I could hardly stop to breathe. I wrote about grace, and started […]
Today, a piece of cake
Today I did not feed my kids enough, I guess. They asked for food every fifteen minutes. Mommy, can I have a snack? as I was washing up the lunch dishes… Hmm. Thought you would be makin supper by now… at 3:30 in the afternoon. Mom, I’m gonna DIE… at 5:00, after plenty of snacks. […]
Boatloads and behinds
Confession: You know you’re running behind When you dial the library to ask how many books Exactly Are still overdue After the boatload you sunk in their drop-slot this afternoon? And there are eight, And eight dollars and eighty cents worth of fines. You know you’re running behind When the kids say Mom, hide […]
An airtight box
Dear Reader, In writing to you today I am pretending that you are one person, instead of the unwieldy and three-dimensional herd of actuality. It’s kind of hard talking personally to a herd. Condense yourself if you will. There, that’s better. You and I are sitting together over tea. I want to talk to you […]
Looking to learn
Confession: I feel like I spend about 90% of my time and energy on a treadmill entitled Trying to Keep Up with This Household. I’m not trying to whine (horrors) or brag (horrors), but seek some input. Here is what was on my plate today: Clean-up from an excursion to Lake Erie last night—think soggy, sandy […]
Continuation
So. I’m standing in the shower the other morning, still groggy with sleep, still furious from yesterday, and the day before. Furious with God about these feminine dilemmas that don’t make sense, the desperate longing for more and the impossibility of getting it. This girl who’s passionately in love with solitude, independence, adventure, creation, exploration, […]
On sanctification and night driving
Confession: Sometimes I hate what I am doing. Yesterday was one of those days for me. By the kids’ bedtime I was frazzled and ready to snap. Here is one of the holy escapes I have found: I head for the road. I call it a holy escape, though the sins that lead to it […]