This is a Tribute to the Lovingest Person I ever knew: Phyllis Extraordinaire!...
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 ...
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 st...
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...
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 adu...
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 th...
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...
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...
“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 ...
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...
