This week I’ve been transcribing interviews and sifting through photos from my time in Italy. I wrote this post right after I got back but had other things I wanted to share in those first few weeks of being home. Now seems like a good time to return to some of the things I experienced … Continue reading The Journey Home
Every so often here on the blog I take a break of sorts and whip up a quick post that answers Barbara Brown Taylor’s question, “what’s saving your life right now?” If you’re new around here or want to know more about how I came upon this practice you can read more here. A quick … Continue reading What’s Saving My Life: My Blanket
My parents like to joke that the room I grew up in is 2 inches smaller than it was when I was born. It’s true. I love to rearrange, redecorate, and repaint. I just like a fresh space. I’ve written about it before, odds are, I’ll write about it again. This weekend Nick and I … Continue reading Painter’s Tape
The first time I made challah bread I didn’t know I needed to let the dough rest before forming it into long strands. I rolled, stretched and pulled, but the dough kept snapping back. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t cooperate, and I was getting frustrated. I turned to the internet to research and … Continue reading The Parable of the Well-Rested Dough
When I was on pilgrimage in Italy this summer, something surprised me: I found myself craving plateaus. There is a hike here in Virginia that I have done a couple of times called Crabtree Falls. It is up, up, up for 2 miles. A series of switchbacks and stairs to the top of a waterfall. … Continue reading Learning to Love Plateaus
On a Friday afternoon I sat criss-cross-applesauce on the carpet in my first-grade classroom. Our teacher held up a glass of water and asked if we thought it would be fuller, less full, or go unchanged over the weekend if she left it sitting by the window. Six-year-old me quickly raised my hand and proclaimed … Continue reading A Glass Half Empty?
Nick tells me when he was little, he had a pair of gerbils. Every night they would go to work, shuffling around their cage rearranging their wood chips. He would wake up each morning and find a new masterpiece. Sometimes he would find a huge hill piled up on one side, other times there would … Continue reading My Husband Thinks I’m A Gerbil