I have managed to make it through the day (the Wednesday) in spite of being a rather sad case. Pinched nerve in my hip, headache and the beginnings of a sore throat, exhausting circuit of activities in place. I have only one child left that still needs to be fetched out of the rain (Young Knight is at soccer practice)… Read More
Archives for October 2012
Farewells
There is such a bitter-sweetness to farewells. On on hand, one can find hope in the sadness; There is still sun to light the way; There is still color to be found; There are still bright spots amongst all that bid us farewell; On the other hand, sometimes we must say goodbye à contre-coeur (against our heart’s desire) – like… Read More
Stuff You Didn’t Know
Most of you will not know that I have written a book. I finished it before going to BlogHer this summer, and there met the Marketing Director from Zondervan. She liked the premise when we spoke, as well as the first chapter that I sent her. She forwarded my book proposal (which I learned how to do on Pathfinder Day… Read More
A Comedy of Errors
Oh my word, les choses bougent! which means something like – life is crazy these days (and is pronounced lay shoze booge). It feels like a regular comedy of errors. Young Knight has had one gorgeous soccer practice, one practice in the pouring rain, and one practice canceled because of the rain. And it’s supposed to rain again all week…. Read More
Crockpot Boeuf Bourguignon
Is it possible we’ve not made boeuf bourguignon together? I thought it not possible, but my recipe page tells me differently. Now that the weather is starting to turn in that grey, cold, Autumn direction, I’d say it’s time to make it. Boeuf Bourguignon means beef from the region of Bourgogne. If you want to pronounce it, take the vowel-sound… Read More
The Language of Love
My husband turns to me from the desk downstairs, his chest swelling up with pride. “Go upstairs,” he says, “and take a look on the mantle.” “Okaay,” I say slowly. I survey the scene dispassionately. Fragrant, full-blossomed roses – which he knows are my favorite flower – set on the marble shelf in an old hand-blown bottle from his great-grandfather’s… Read More