Poor timing
What can I say?
mistakes
Stories: The relationships of women
Today my friendships feel rich, though sometimes spread too thin. But these are the stories I think of when I hear yours.
Last Tuesday’s adventure
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
In which Aarick does not believe in karma
While I waited in an endless line, Aarick finished his purchases and left the store to load them into our vehicle. He was stopped on his way out.
On a train bound for nowhere
We were fine with being riotous and silly and human and joyful until someone Outside was watching – then, prunes and prisms.
The wisdom that is from above
But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.
Why you shouldn’t believe everything I say
We humans have a problem: we believe the people who say the things we like to hear. It’s easy for you to believe me when I say what you already know…
Questionnaire on parent-child relationships
If there’s one thing that’s being made increasingly clear to me about mothering, it is that my frustrations are not unique to me. We’re not as alone as we think we are. The other day I wrote a questionnaire for my kids, out of vexation with a few of our relational rough spots. I made it with my …
Glimpses of summer
Confession: I remember why I love and hate summer. This one is, as usual, an even mix of peaceful and chaotic. My roses are blooming, their enchanted petals slick with rain and glory. My children are home, and we have a break from all external worries like math and friendships. But someone is always talking, usually at high …