Saturday was my 32nd birthday, and my sweet husband showed his absolute devotion and studliness by taking me to a three-hour opera to celebrate. I love Handel’s Messiah, but have
Saturday was my 32nd birthday, and my sweet husband showed his absolute devotion and studliness by taking me to a three-hour opera to celebrate. I love Handel’s Messiah, but have
A while back I wrote about the “drip, drip, drip of unmet expectations” on this adoption expedition. I have tried to come up with other metaphors but have roundly failed
Eugene Peterson wrote a book called “The Long Obedience in the Same Direction”. While I’ve never read it, I admire him and I’ve always loved that title. So often we
I often hear from other adoptive families that the people in their life don’t “get it” – “it” being the unique struggles and emotions of adoption. I know how it
My first thought when I opened my computer this morning was, “wow, I’m really terrible at blogging every day”. Of course, that makes me grateful, because I’m so glad for
I was challenged today in my writer’s group to write for five minutes about my “hobby horse” – the thing that I enjoy that grounds my little writerly soul. For
There’s something so satisfying about putting pen to paper, since I spend most of my working time with the illusion of words on a website or Word document. But, the
This post is sponsored by Grammarly. Sometimes I use Grammarly for proofreading because occasionally, you just need to be reminded that you’re not crazy: English is. I have a problem. I’m basically
You all have been so kind and wonderful. The texts, comments and emails about my last couple of sad posts have been overwhelming and beautiful and perfect. Just…. thank you.
I took a day off yesterday (not of my choosing, a nasty bladder infection laid waste to all sensible thought or ambition) and it gave me time to think. Actually,