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Things I Miss (and not) about Boston
Snow! (ice)… read on
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Perspective
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 on my own (um, and the rest of my in-laws) :)… read on
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Where We Came From
Next door to Macia’s favorite coffee shop is Magpie, a store I could spend all my money in. … read on
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Processing…
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. … read on
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Saying Goodbye
I remember, after my grandmother died, my mother went back home to divvy up the inheritance with her siblings, and to clear out Big Mom’s house so that it could be sold.… read on
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Water, Oil, Fire
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair.… read on
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Monday Thoughts
Today is Monday (ha, Monday, string beans).… read on
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rose + mary
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and twiggy–a hearty desert plant. I pinched some leaves off and crushed them between my fingers, inhaling the strong, woodsy scent.… read on
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Mourning, Still
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. … read on
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Apricots and Sunshine Days
Macia and I picked apricots.… read on
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Climb Every.. Chair
Today we’re heading up to Macia’s 16 month check up. Yes, the kid is 16 months old.. is that crazy to anyone else? … read on
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Time Passeth
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. … read on
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Lost. And Found
The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even buy it for baby bottles.… read on
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Randoms
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. I’ve learned (and un-learned) how to crochet. I love wool, and I’m not opposed to kilts (in the right context (no, Taylor, a marathon is not the right context)). But for years I have told him I don’t make quilts. It makes no sense to me to cut up perfectly good material into smaller pieces only to sew them all … read on
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Sunday Thoughts
Today I was thinking about clothes.… read on
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And Joy, Again
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.… read on
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Thursday Things I Love
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)… read on
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Tuesday Three’s-Day
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.… read on
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The Obligatory Resolutions Post
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.… read on
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We Will Keep Hope
Beautiful words from a dear friend…
“I look forward to the day when the 3 of you come to the ranch on a beautiful summer’s day filled with sunshine… read on
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Emerald City
Cyclists whizzing by, odd-shaped packages tethered to backs and bikes.
Cafes of all quality and variety on so many corners.… read on
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Toilet Seats
Growing up, we had a lot of rules that our parents set down for our betterment and the general upkeep of the house. Always wash your hands before playing the piano; close the lid and push the bench back in when you’re done. Four [chair] legs on the floor at all times. No hopping over the back of the couch to sit down. Close the door when you leave the house.… read on
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An Invitation
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.… read on
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More Than Goodbye
It was so much more than simply saying goodbye to my husband for a few days, or a week, or several. It was more than knowing I would be facing an empty house coming home from work, or going to bed alone every night.… read on
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Mourning
The other day, I read a post by a recently-delivered mama of twins. [Please read it, it's wonderful!] While her boys are mostly healthy, they were born a bit premature, and so they had to spend some time in the NICU, which is always hard for parents. And not less so “just” because their babies aren’t severely sick.
Her experience with her twin boys really resonated with me. In my struggle with infertility, and now with a lengthy and drawn-out and unpredictable adoption experience, I feel a growing sense of loss.… read on