Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
My mom gave me this beautiful Christmas teapot last year. FORTUNATELY it’s too big for tea for one person. I haven’t researched this, but while I was feeling discord and weariness instead of peace and joy I started thinking about what the Bible says about joy, peace and hospitality. We’re not commanded to feel joy…
Our first successful day trip as a family of four was a last minute dash to Williamsburg for a Christmas carriage ride. We had a completely unsuccessful visit here last summer that was so depressing I never found the humor to blog about it. This day was the opposite! Last time we quickly realized it…
I am awesome at making Christmas cookies. And by awesome, I mean I had 10/100 points for skill, 20/100 points for patience with my tot, 5/100 points for motivation, BUT 100/100 points for follow through!! And you know what Woody Allen says: success is 90% showing up. So the cookies were a big $uce$$. Friday…
We do it all the time: shrink sweaters. Expensive sweaters. Adored sweaters. You’d think we’d have figured it out by now. We’ll do a good job laying flat to dry for years, then one accidental pop into the dryer and boom—awkward crop top. I bought Chris a cashmere sweater for our second married Christmas. I…
February is miserable because it’s been cold forever and won’t warm up anytime soon. A couple good nights had me thinking we were in baby spring, but several crappy nights in a row reminded me it may actually be baby February still. Being a mom can be soooooo unglamorous. Good news! My buddy Rebekah told…
Chris started calling the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving “Thanksg-evening.” This is the night where the important prep work is done, and “the World Turned Upside Down” album is played. I make awesome cranberry sauce anyway, but this year’s experimentation resulted in my best cranberry sauce yet: Brandy Apple Cider Cranberry Sauce! Chris and I brined…
Despite our admonitions, the leaves all fell. This was Monday, a block from (and five minutes after) the spot where Isaac baptized himself in the river. When we walked under this tree tonight on our after-dinner stroll, the cold, rainy weather had left its mark. The branches are nearly bare. Clearly, I’m trying to complete…
