The Merit Behind “Unready”

My oldest man cub turned 13. He started his birthday as any other day. Waking to his alarm at 5:30 am, putting the kettle on for his tea, showering, trimming his nails, dressing, then finding his Mom to tell her about all the ideas and observations he's made since the last time we spoke. It … Continue reading The Merit Behind “Unready”

For the Love of Mid Century.

There's been a cheerful resurgence of mid-century style of late.  Teak legs give footing to every base imaginable, color-blocking and geometric shapes lend interest to the simplest structure, and the landscape of home design is generously sprinkled with atomic pop.  A peak of taste that I find, personally, delightful. Something about that era's aesthetic, with … Continue reading For the Love of Mid Century.

When The Lord Calls You to Quiet.

"Sometimes she must leave God at the altar, and find Him in her housekeeping." - St. Frances of Rome   I wish I had read this a few years ago. In my quiet, and my loneliness. In a matter of months after plunging into marriage with our eyes closed and hearts open, we newlyweds found … Continue reading When The Lord Calls You to Quiet.

Saint Germaine Cousin. For an old vice.

I've recently been struggling with a weakness that's been sheltered in my darkest self as long as I can remember. That ugly whisper that waits just on the cusp of all that I do - listening, taunting, itching to poison me. Vanity. It's my vice of choice. Alcohol? No thanks, I'm already tired. Drugs? Nope, … Continue reading Saint Germaine Cousin. For an old vice.

A Perennial Thanksgiving.

I've drafted this post multiple times. It never satisfies, it feels jumbled, and I feel increasingly inferior to the subject. I could barely decide on a title, I'm not even sold on this one. In an effort to thank the people who's selfless acts have so brightened my future, and provided relief to an overworked … Continue reading A Perennial Thanksgiving.