“Have you ever asked what work your family is supposed to do together?”
It’s a question I came across this winter in Jennifer Fulwiler’s One Beautiful Dream as I recovered from a particularly nasty stomach bug. And sometimes, as on that day, the answer can be summed up succinctly: SURVIVE.
It was a striking question, because while I vacillate a lot about what work I’m supposed to do — tiny library job? pouring more of myself into writing? fully embracing this time at home? — I think I do have a sense of what our family is supposed to do together.Read More »
I have always let my kids help me in baking. Part of this is the oft-cited belief that picky eaters are more likely to try what they’ve helped to create (demonstrably false in my household); part of it is just that I love to bake, and I love to please my children with unhealthy things.
Along the way, I’ve found that some projects lend themselves more easily to tiny helpers. Here are some easy starting points for even the smallest kid to take real ownership:Read More »
My friends and I fall into three camps: those who first read Harry Potter to their children, those who first heard Harry Potter read aloud to them as children, and those, like me, whose adolescence more or less coincided with the publication of Harry Potter in this country.Read More »
I was talking recently with friends about how there are basically two approaches to meal planning. You can do the nimble riffs and experiments that I’ve mostly done and talk about here.Read More »
Recently I was listening to The Tech-Wise Family: Everyday Steps to Putting Technology in Its Proper Place by Andy Crouch, a book I love and wholeheartedly recommend. But I noticed him falling into the same fallacy I see in a lot of places: deifying the act of reading.Read More »
I’m feeling hopeful these days because I read that when you plant bulbs, you can expect that sometimes the first year they sleep, the next year they creep, and finally they leap. We are pretty firmly in creeping territory, and I’m not sure any of my new ones from last fall will bloom this year round. But six of my peonies have returned, and that is a great source of satisfaction and hope.
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Here in our small Virginia town, there is no separate recycling service. For years, the city assured us that recycling is pulled by hand from the trash. (Sure, maybe.) Then it stopped saying that and started telling us we needed to truck it over to the recycling facility ourselves. Which stinks, but we do it anyway, because THAT IS HOW WE WERE RAISED.
We all know this: Good people recycle. That’s the milieu in which I grew up, and probably you did, too.Read More »
As a child, I played a private game. I could pick it up wherever I went. As the school bus rumbled along the roads of our very average Florida subdivision, I’d dial back my vision to imagine what else had passed under these stately moss-lined oak trees. I could envision the contractors first rattling the canopy as they began construction twenty years before; I could imagine the Native Americans passing beneath the ancient live oaks in centuries past.
But the place I could always play the game best was, and still is, at church. In the Mass, I was not particularly well-catechized and no doubt misdated the parts of the liturgy wildly, not knowing the epiclesis from my epidermis (and I was probably wrong about the Native Americans, too), but that isn’t the point. What matters was, and is, this: the shivery conviction of the ancientness and universality of all this, a clue to its rightness.Read More »
Recently I was gently chastised at the dentist for not doing a better job with Pippin’s teeth. I always intend to do better, but he’s now the proud owner of three permanent teeth and I guess it’s time to get my act together, dentally speaking.Read More »
I’m joining in with This Ain’t the Lyceum for a little spin on my usual commonplace book, looking at some of my searches in the past week, including ideas for this mysterious substance…
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