Most of my college education took place in the margins of novels. J once commented that reading my undergrad copies of Jane Austen is like following a complicated math problem as I work through the relationships in any white space (J+B = E + D in virtue? C + C =/= Bennets???). As an adult, this penchant has continued, despite me often having to restrain myself in library books, loaners, and ebooks (which you can of course digitally mark up, but which remain a sort of barrier to entry in browsing).Read More »
What is a commonplace book? For me, this is a space where I post interesting links, reflections on what I’m reading, and the newest recipes I’ve been trying out — a collection of miscellaneous micro-posts.
Note: OK, y’all, I’ve been letting this one roll for about two months, as you’ll see in my cattle call of cakes. Bear with me as I get caught up!Read More »
A few weeks before Christmas, two of my party animal friends* and I met for a hot ladies’ night out: to the local Goodwill.
And let me say, we shut that joint down. (Seriously, though, we weren’t the last ones out: there was definitely a night owl Mennonite family in line behind us.)
- My dad found my rings on the basement floor something like one day after my piece on their disappearance ran. I have no idea how they got there in the six weeks they were missing, but I’m so glad to have them returned.
Forget about Advent. Here in Cottontail Cottage, it’s shaping up to be Teeth Season.Read More »
I remember the moment. I was walking down our New England driveway with my friend Trish, who had five children compared to my one toddler. And she said, quite casually, “Sometimes I think having one kid was hardest. You’re just alone all day and you feel like you’re talking to yourself. Once there’s more, they’re never all going through crises at once. Maybe one is going through a really difficult phase, but another is just learning how to read or asking really interesting questions. One doesn’t nap, but one does. And you have someone to talk to all day.”Read More »
Once a week, Pippin has a music class in the evening, to which J takes him because I am a musical dunce. At first, this weekly event devastated Scout. Why can’t she have a music class, too? (Well, because she is three, for starters.)
So we tried to give it a spin. Ah yes, we said. Your brother is going to a music class, but you, my tiny friend, you get Super Special Girl Time.™ You and your sister get special time with Mama. (It has not occurred to her yet that 98% of her week is time with Mama.)Read More »
(Do you have a pregnant friend who lives afar? I’m linking up this week with This Ain’t the Lyceum to share about my experience throwing a baby shower-by-mail without making a formal and frankly kind of braggy how-to post.)
1. You don’t have to fly, or make deviled eggs: priceless. Don’t think about the shipping costs.Read More »
OK, is this a term you’ve come across before? I was reading the blog Root Simple recently when I encountered it for the first time, and now I can’t stop applying it to, well…everything.
What does induced demand mean? Well, have you seen Field of Dreams? OK, well, me neither. (I’m a terrible daughter.) But nearly everyone knows that line — “Build it, and they will come.”Read More »