phone convo with the soror:

C: What have you been doing?

M: Making cookies.

C: haha ha haha hahahahahahahaha

M: Why is that funny?

C: hahahahahaha it's so innocent. "I'm making cookies and then I'm going to do some sewing with the help of my woodland creature friends." hahahahaha

M: *silent with lack of clever response*

A year ago this weekend I was at the coast with the 'rents and Dottie and Poppa. I'm so glad I was able to go. I guess that was the last road trip.

And another new person had joined our ranks: Benjamin Popejoy, welcome to one crazy family. I cannot wait to get to know you. I hope you're as cool as your parents and I have every reason to think that you are :)

I really miss Dottie today

Thanks to Hutchmoot 2010, I will earn my Master's in English this May ( Read more... )

When I was growing up, I loved the book Peter Pan. Our local library had a beautiful big, green hardback with beautifully weird illustrations (Peter Pan was a red-head with an afro and the fairies were tiny and colorful and just a little bit scary, just like they should be). I would habitually check this hardback out along with an audiobook of ( Read more... )

There's a new person in the world today! I know that new people are being born all the time, but this one is related to me, so I'm extra excited. We don't know what his personality will be or what he'll be good at or the difference he will make in the world but we get to start finding all these things out today :)

In The Narnian, Alan Jacobs writes that what most bothers C. S. Lewis's detractors "is his insistence that people are immortal" (307). This does seem to be Lewis's defining feature and the source of his significance in my life. The belief that there is something--Someone--infinitely more substantial than this world means that whatever He tells me ( Read more... )

As the desert first teaches men to love water, or as absence first reveals affection, there rose up against this background of the sour and the crooked some kind of vision of the sweet and the straight. Something else-something he vaguely called the “Normal’-apparently existed. He had never thought about it before. But there it was-solid massive, ( Read more... )

"And the weeks fly by and the years roll on/The house is quiet now and everything inside it seems to know she's gone."

Brandon Flowers