This morning, I read Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and my whole spirit calmed down. He lived and was martyred during one of the most awful periods for the church. And yet, his words are like a balm and a reminder of what community is supposed to be like for believers. I do not think we are called to be shaking our fists and screaming our frustrations. … Continue reading Today I Choose Love and Light
These are the tiny books Bean has made for me in the last week. The Best Mom book is 22 pages with my name written on every page, and as you can see, just larger than a quarter. The other book with stars and moon and hearts on the outside is blank inside and he wants me to fill each page with a Poem. Eh-hem. … Continue reading Filling Small Pages with Enormous Words of Love
Somehow, the other day, having lunch with Bean, the idea of Tevya singing If I were a Rich Man, from “Fiddler on the Roof,” popped into my head. Bean was telling me about a dream he had with lots of staircases going in every direction. Some of them didn’t even actually Go Anywhere, he was saying. I am a product of my childhood, watching … Continue reading Another Going Nowhere, Just for Show
We get to see my little sister and her family tomorrow, as they drive through our area on their way to their new home in Portland, Oregon. She has been in the San Francisco Bay Area all her adult life. She has had the most terrific views, and walked to everything she loves doing. She has moved a couple of times, but this is … Continue reading The Sucker Punch of Moving
Excerpt from the NPR interview with Tom Stoppard, Screenwriter for the Adaptation of Anna Karenina: On what he thinks love is “Love is — OK, it’s 20 things, but it isn’t 19. And I think that love reaches for something which is very, very deep in us and is very easily obscured, and is also very easily denied, which is the instinct towards the other person, … Continue reading “Love is 20 things, but it isn’t 19”
Ben is extra sweet and sensitive today. I am extra sweet and sensitive today. Bean is always sweet and sensitive. He is such a show-off. The rest of us are often all up in our own heads. We can be very poetic about how much we love one another and still get snappy the second we don’t get our way. Last night, we lived … Continue reading Day after Wild Things – The Effects
My husband came to me this morning with a gentle request. He approached me with such care and quietness. It is so sweet that when he wants to direct me towards a correction or point out something that is less than wonderful – he does so in such a tender way. And that right there would be lesson enough – if I wasn’t such a … Continue reading Lessons in Love
“I love you as big as a house,” we say. He loves us “as big as a building that Spiderman would stand on top of and swing from rope to rope to rope,” and he’s off – demonstrating the rope swing across the room and down the hall, and somehow he’s forgotten what he started saying. He loves us so much that he forgets all … Continue reading As Loud as my Fingers Can Snap!
As I chop and dice to a beat; close a door with a foot, a drawer with a hip, and turn to rinse a radish. Dinner prep is never as fun as when you’re watching and adoring me and burping the baby while I cook. There is nothing sexier than a man who can help with the kids, or pick up a frying pan and … Continue reading I am Woman, Dance Me!