Because of our family’s lengthy stint in grad school, it was a very, very long time before J and I got grown-up jobs. (Arguably, I never really did, at least not breadwinner-level career stuff.) So for years, I was grateful for the kindness shown to me when friends and connections would hire me for all kinds of little gigs: from pet- and housesitting as a teenager to formatting a textbook manuscript as a newlywed and scanning an ex-pat alum’s personal documents in graduate school. Cobbling these little income channels together helped in concrete ways, and helped to pass the time during periods when I was scrambling for “real” employment. So it’s been a pleasure now that we are settled to be able to hire young people to help with our lives while we help them.Read More »
Maybe, like me and J, you took awhile to find your home in the Catholic church. After a not particularly well-catechized childhood in the Catholic church, I spent four years as a newlywed pilgrim in the Anglican denomination before finding my way back to Rome. Later on, my husband read and debated himself into Catholicism after stints in the Evangelical and Anglican churches. Maybe that’s why, after years of debate and vacillation, when my husband finally crossed the Tiber, he took Blessed Cardinal John Henry Newman as his patron saint. Read More »
When I was a kid, my dad had this book rattling around in his powder blue Honda Civic hatchback. It was a book of soil samples meant, I think to help him identify the varieties of soil he encountered in the rural Florida panhandle in the course of his work. All I knew was the beauty of the different varieties: yellowish sand, rich brown, iron-tinged red clay.
Fast forward to my own garden. Read More »
When it comes to figuring out this life of mine, particularly the homeschooling aspect, sometimes I feel like I’m navigating without a roadmap — and if you know me, you know I’m absolutely dependent on GPS for my continued survival. I enjoyed a fairly conventional suburban childhood and attended public school straight through. Lucky for me I had Anne of Green Gables to prepare me for home educating my kids.Read More »
Here is a small, probably obvious rule for cooking for people:
Make normal stuff but make it just slightly fancy.Read More »
Today I’m looking at Introverted Mom: Your Guide to More Calm, Less Guilt, and Quiet Joy by Jamie Martin.
It’s an important topic, both for me and many of the women I’ve met in this season of life. After all, as Martin says, “When our quiet nature collides with our often loud role, frustration and guilt result.” And believe me, I’ve definitely experienced both. Some days, it can be hard to recognize my tendency toward being overwhelmed as anything other than an indicator that I’m not cut out for this gig. Read More »
As y’all know, I’m a newbie gardener, and I’m not yet confident enough to fork over $25 for a Lenten rose or peony. (I mean, a girl can dream, though.) Instead, I’m always on the hunt to find cheap plants to beautify my yard and let me hone my skills.
Here are some successes I’ve had so far:Read More »
What about the above photo is incompatible with life spent among three small children?Read More »
During my pregnancy with Pippin, in addition to all the expected and unexpected minutiae of a crappy pregnancy, I noticed an itchy patch on my left hand at the knuckles. With grim humor, I referred to it as my “pregnancy rot” but it continued to dog me even into nursing, once getting so severe the doctor prescribed steroids.Read More »
What I’m fixing:
The farm share is in full swing, and, combined with a zillion blackberries I bought off craigslist last week, the bounty has been shaping our eating.Read More »