Brent either leads or participates in Morning Prayer via Zoom most mornings, usually sitting at one end of our dining room table. I have joined in, but this morning I read the paper instead.
This morning I sat and listened Read More »
I don’t think I’ll be learning macrame, or another language, or finally learning how to build a birdhouse during this time of being set apart and locked up and locked down.
I don’t think I’ll be building birdhouses Read More »
The other night I drifted off to sleep with our neighbour’s party music in one ear and Brent murmuring “The global death toll has now reached 10,000,” in the other. I think our neighbours are definitely having more fun.
Our neighbours are definitely having more fun Read More »
Even though I did just cut up a cantaloupe into bite sized pieces — which is a bit of work, actually — and placed the tiny bits into two matching bowls, and sprinkled them with kosher salt and cinnamon (who knows, really, how this will actually taste?), as a kind of surprise dessert, I am worried at how I will pull through for my family.
Will I be a good pandemic wife and mother? I doubt it. Read More »
Last week I was in Winnipeg with Patricia, my writing buddy and co-author of Craft, Cost & Call: How to Build a Life as a Christian Writer. We visited Providence College & Seminary and spoke and shared with writing students in an afternoon class.
We write better when we are not alone Read More »
