For Easter: A cross and a candy
We made a new candy last night, for Easter, and it’s even a somewhat healthy candy. Almost. I found a new recipe offline…
We made a new candy last night, for Easter, and it’s even a somewhat healthy candy. Almost. I found a new recipe offline…
Advent has begun, with tiny boxes of surprises, a calendar we enjoy and reuse. In each box I put a sweet treat, or a clue leading to it…
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
The Christ child has been invited to tea parties, where he enjoyed raisins and pretzels and little chocolate cakes.
I love how bright food looks on a plate. And I love this guy, who is willing to eat salad with a knife & a jar from time to time.
One of our family traditions is a special dinner on St. Patrick’s Day. When I was a teenager, I was crazy about everything Irish…
I find myself loving what we make: things that mean something to me. Or sometimes, distressed letters from Walmart. Yeah, that works.
Most years at Christmastime, I enjoy putting together an Advent calendar for my family. The calendar varies from year to year – sometimes I focus on quiet reflection and sometimes on lively activity; sometimes I hang the activities in a long paper chain, or make a poster with flaps that open. I try to create a …
Everyone says the moral of Thanksgiving is to be thankful. And it is. The Pilgrims took a deep breath and said, “We made it. Look at this harvest, we’ve stored up what we need for next winter, and we give thanks to God.” But I can’t help thinking about that first dark winter, and the poverty of isolation, the shivering widows standing at the graves of their babies under a chilly moon. God forbid that someone finds out we’re not doing okay…
Confession: Even though the month of April is history, I still want to share pictures of our Passover supper with you. For the past two years, we’ve chosen to celebrate a Passover feast with our children on the Thursday night before Easter, as part of remembering Jesus’ last days before death. My giant disclaimer fits …