So, a couple I know (not intimately–we were only ever acquaintances) has been getting a lot of flack recently for an article announcing their marriage. Maybe it was the way the article was written (which is the author’s fault, not …
She hadn’t bought me nail polish for years. …
Indeed, He is Risen!…
And this is how I’m feeling this spring.…
–I took down the rest of the Christmas decorations today. …
I was really run down yesterday. Possibly because we had a day-consuming House Blessing event on Saturday. Possibly because T had been doing Startup Weekend all weekend and I had to do House Blessing and Sunday Liturgy with the Babe …
So, my phone is fritz-y these days, which is why I am now posting the story of how we got our Christmas tree here, and not on Instagram a few weeks ago.…
For those of you who know where this is, I’m sure you can understand how awesome it was to show Mace around the place.…
I fully admit that one of the reasons I haven’t been blogging is because–all at the same time–I have nothing and far too many things to write about. …
It’s nice to meet you. I didn’t expect you so soon. Perhaps I got too carried away at the end, there. …
Caidoc, Momma! He was baptized on Sunday.…
We packed up the diaper bag and headed down to the children’s museum in Fort Point. On Fridays, they have free entry, and it’s so close to Flour Bakery and Barrington Coffee, that there was something for everyone!…
Today is Monday (ha, Monday, string beans).…
Macia and I picked apricots.…
This is what I started to write the first day of my adoption leave, way back on May 1:…
I love you so much.…
You saw one happy peek at our Sunday visit to Sweet Leaf on Long Island during our NY trip. …
I was a runner in high school. Yes, I was a proud member of the group that said things like “my sport is your sport’s punishment” (don’t ask me why that was cool–did it make us tough?)…
Stumptown. Started in Portland (taking its name from the city’s nickname), the only location in New York. Fabulous coffee.…
After Gimme! we went to Cafe Grumpy. I didn’t take any pictures because (TMI warning) Macia had a stinky diaper and we needed to find some place to change her and I was thirsty but didn’t want any more …
I think Macia, by far, had the most fun at Gimme! coffee. The inside of the cafe was so small that, with a wiggly toddler, it only made sense to drink our coffee outside. A bit chilly, but there was …
Bowery Coffee, across the street from the Houston-Bowery Mural Wall, won my vote for “best ambiance.”…
We had several objectives in visiting New York. …
I am bad at multi-tasking. Just ask Taylor. If I start a sewing project or a baking endeavor, all else gets put on hold until. it’s. finished. …
Becoming parents has been a funny process for us. Not least because the getting of the Babe has been so unusual and drawn out. …
I remember Momma’s voice. As time goes on after her death, much fades, but I will always remember so much of her voice. [Also, I thank God for all those cheesy home videos we have. It is such a blessing …
I don’t think I would have signed up without Viv doing it, too. I’d never done ballet (or any traditional dance, really) and the closest I come to graceful is when I’m on a crowded dance floor …
Ah, that’s better.
I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won’t post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
I am going to take a break this week. At least from writing. …
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.…
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.
–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. …
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)…
I have another blogger crush. These are the crushes where I look through a blog and drool over every picture, every idea, every made-thing and want it to be my home, my life, my crafts, too.…
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.…
Being apart from Taylor has made me realize how much a part of me he is. I am more than just Anne with him; my identity seems prone to shifting without his anchoring presence near me.
It’s not that I …
Oh, Pandora. You slay me with your Pink Martini station. Have a listen with me this evening:
Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson…
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping…
We love to sing to our Little Girl.. and when I get to put her to sleep, I have a special song I like to sing. You’ve probably heard it before. Here are the words.…
When I first discovered Ashley Rodriguez through her blog, her then-current post was a recipe for bacon caramels. I instantly fell in love. …
Welcome.
For renidemus is, first and foremost, an invitation. An invitation to sit down with me, to read what I can offer you, and to offer your thoughts in return.…
Before I moved in here, I had cozy little digs at blogspot, which served me well for several years. But things change, husbands get in to web development, and new spaces are created.
If you’re looking for more to …