coming for the lemonade

Back in the day when you stood for hours in a video rental store, picking up tape after tape, reading the backs of the boxes to try and find something that the whole family…the family that was smaller in age and … Continue reading

all the words

OK, so here’s a weird hypothetical situation I was thinking about this morning. A “what if” that I can fill up a page writing about. A hail mary blog topic that might get me inspired enough to make my 500 … Continue reading

touch the hem

I have an audio version of the Bible that I’ve started listening to again as I deliver mail. I go through spurts…I’ll listen to some self-help courses, listen to some novels on tape, listen to the radio and all the … Continue reading

it was 20 years ago today…

that I stood at the front of an old Episcopal church in Asheville, NC and watched Jenny walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. Today’s the day we got married. Twenty years ago today. Now we sleep with … Continue reading

house like a miracle

I made an “obtuse” comment…I seem to like obtuse comments…to a friend once about a “house like a miracle”. I think that she thought I was talking about the house that we live in….and I just let it go. I … Continue reading

acorn

I was thinking about a post I wrote a couple of days ago where I mentioned that our new baby, Sparrow, was already a “person”. In spite of her “newness”, she already is a big part of the way towards … Continue reading

30 years in….voila! You’re an expert.

My father made lefse. He’d make huge batches at Christmas so that he could share with our Scandinavian friends in the area. He didn’t have a commercial facility…just a flat stick, a griddle, a cloth to roll the lefse out … Continue reading

who’s this baby gonna be?

Language is a funny thing. I think it’s funniest when it’s not intended to be funny. I don’t think puns are funny, really.  Clever isn’t really very funny. But language is funny. Funny strange. If I said something like, “Whose … Continue reading

pie

If there was a piece of pie sitting on the kitchen table, and I wanted it, I would circle the table like a wolf around a campfire, teeth bared, eyes blazing in the firelight, growling… Now of course, if someone … Continue reading

the wheels on the bus

…go round and round. I was thinking about the logistics of being a child this morning. If you listen to some of these songs that are written for children, life sounds like it was designed to roll pretty smoothly. Except … Continue reading