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The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second best time is now. –Chinese proverb It’s been a good run at my company, but I’ve known since before I started that it wasn’t my “forever” place. My boss wanted it to... read more

Convention time

It sucks without Derek here. My mom hates that word, and I hesitated to use it here because she reads my blog, but the truth is when he’s gone it’s like the bad word. Nothing is the same. We try to do fun stuff, like going out with friends for dinner at... read more

What is wanted, what is needed

My last post was gushy, perhaps annoyingly so. The river! Great life! Sweet husband! Everything is beautiful! That’s all true and real and worth documenting. But before that was this: a long, miserable period in which I sat around and prayed for something I... read more

First article gifts, Little River edition

In between working, not working, Vacation Bible School, counting steps, planting plants, taking kids to doctors’ appointments, obsessively searching Isle of Palms and Charleston listings on VRBO.com and AirBnB.com, shutting down said searches because not this... read more

Marvelling

We’re a week through summer and so far, so good. I usually get the kids math and vocab workbooks, but this year didn’t bother since they’re so painful for all of us–me more than anyone, because I have to play Bad Cop when I want to be Good Cop.... read more

A weekend to remember

This incredible weekend began Thursday evening with an event I’m against in theory:  preschool “graduation.” It seems precious and silly, especially considering Jonathan isn’t “graduating” from anything yet: he has a full two months... read more

On the nightstand, summer edition

Our vacation is over, and we plan to stay close to home this summer. Ideally many Fridays will be devoted to river sitting, tubing, greenway-walking and biking, and hiking, but in between those things I’m reading. The Children Act After On Chesil Beach, I... read more

Being a mother

Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, the day we call our moms and receive cards and kisses and go out for brunch, perhaps, or if you’re like us and hate Mother’s Day brunch crowds, stay home and cook. But days like today are the real Mother’s Days,... read more

Luther country and beyond

We’re somewhere in the European sky, drinking Champagne on the flight home from Paris (having just finished the last raspberry macaroon, which I’m already missing desperately). I’m listening to Bach “Variations Goldberg” as I type, and... read more

10 years ago

Due to our epic trip to Germany and France (long post coming soon!), we missed call week at the seminaries. I sometimes watch online, or at the very least read all the placements for candidates, vicars, and deaconesses from both seminaries the mornings after.... read more

My middle child

Sometimes I think Sophia is a microcosm of the human race. Witness this note I found in her Easter basket while cleaning today and its trajectory. 1. Jesus! Easter! Hooray! 2. Even though I want a dog, clearly he would cost me my candy so I don’t really want a... read more

Three things I learned this weekend

If you ask me, the notion that being a pastor’s wife is some big fat deal often strays into very self-absorbed territory.” –Anonymous pastor’s wife Friday afternoon I kissed my family goodbye and drove off through beautiful eastern and middle... read more

Easter 2015 and other things

My Facebook feed is full of Easter 2015 pictures of lovely families in their spring best. They’re all so adorable. Every year I wonder how pastor’s families manage to get Easter pictures. Our family is never in the same place at the same moment, and we... read more

Where the sidewalk ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the... read more

Don’t let the bed bugs bite

I’ve been a sleepwalker since I was a kid, most notably in sixth grade when my best friend Malfrid moved back to Norway, and I sleptwalked up the street to her apartment building and sobbed on her landing because the door was locked and she was gone, and back... read more

Whirlwind to Atlanta

I’ve been to Atlanta so many times that I have the mayor’s airport welcome message memorized, but in nine years traveling through ATL I’ve never set foot outside the airport. We remedied that this spring break week with a quick trip to the... read more

Sunday, Sunday

We ate on the porch for the first evening this year, a delicious meal of brown butter tortellini with lemon zest and balsamic, and arugula, and fresh baguette dipped in an olive oil mixed with red pepper and pink Himalayan salt I found in the cupboard and dedicated in... read more

Books, hearths, snow, and other happenings

I’ve been reading some awesome books lately, which is, I think, the loveliest way to snuggle up in the living room on a winter night with a new slate hearth and surround setting the stage for the blazing fire. I’ve always loved reading 18th- and... read more

A cold winter’s day

Someone at work commented the other day that January is the worst month because there’s nothing to look forward to until spring. Of course, it was pouring rain that day, and our 100-year-old building was sucking in every single percentage of cold, clammy... read more

Looking back, looking ahead

Happy New Year! 2014 has been quite a year for me personally and for our family. No major life changes, but a good, satisfying year of growth and overall excellence. We all agreed last night at dinner, during our annual “Best of 2014/Goals for 2015″... read more