My husband and I have been watching Band of Brothers, and it’s been producing some unladylike feelings in me (if you’ll humor such a deplorably sexist comment): It makes me want to go fight a battle! I watch the men charging into a town that’s held by the enemy, and the enemy fire is so intense they all fall into… Read More
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
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
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
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
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
