ember wednesday

i woke up with the rising sun. its’ orange.purple glow lit up the otherwise grey sky. i watched the chickens eating remnants of sweet oats from yesterday. clucking happily while their beaks pecked greedily at the soft, damp dirt. i looked out my bedroom window and revelled at the sight of my favorite tree in the back yard [...]

the cats’ meow

that’s what all you gals really are.
i didn’t really want you to ignore the important things i had to say.
and i apologize that the start of school brings this sort of stuff out. those dr. jekyll/mrs. hyde posts.
but God is so good that He turned something bad for me into something really beautiful. your comments had me bawling my eyes [...]

on lowering your expectations

like with regards to how clean the kitchen should be. or how much school needs to get done in ONE day. or with dresscodes.
tight high-water pants are in style when you’re 5, right? especially when accompanied by red rubber gardening gloves and rubber boots. i almost think people expect that from us homeschoolers. like it’s [...]

on faith

fulfilled. and restored.
and limitations. mine.
i needed a printer badly. we haven’t had one “connected” to our “network” since our last move. it was sort of just working as a copier. but this year, with the high schooler being home again, it is a necessity. so i put in a request. calling out from the depths [...]

messes, masterpieces and a give-away

do you ever feel that way about the stuff you make or do? like what have i gotten myself into? why am i even doing this when i am not an “expert“? did i  hurry too much?or is it because i skipped a step? or ’cause i didn’t give it my best?
whatever the reason, i, personally think [...]

the bee’s knees

you’re probably familiar with this phrase, but if you aren’t, it means “excellent, of the highest quality.” and if you want to get technical, there is an explanation here. anyway, there are, at the end of this seemingly long week, quite a few thing that i think are the bee’s knees. here is my list:
-reading the adventures [...]

rock, paper, bazooka……

or rocket launcher. or grenade. or how about: rock, paper, sniper rifle. it’s our new “rendition” of the old game. i guess my little one thinks rock, paper and scissors are not dangerous enough. or harmful enough. so he has invented this new “spin” and tonite he and my daughter had me cracking up so hard i [...]

keeping them close

isn’t easy. on beach days. or any day for that matter. i remember when the bigger ones were little they were so snuggly. cuddly. and needy. i never resented that needy-ness. even though it wore me out. but this new phase. this phase of venturing out. further. deeper. it scares me to death. especially when i [...]

if and when

when a mother loses a child, regardless of age or “stage”. whether it is an accident or some terrible tragedy, it does something to my very core. my heart aches for that mother in a way that makes me want to retreat deep into that inner core, hold my own children very close and never [...]

sufficient

i am writing this post from my parent’s house as my computer screen/monitor is on the fritz. it flickers like a sign on a creepy old motel. you know the ones that say OT L and have owners with names like norman bates. so these silly words of mine will have to be sufficient, for now.
i [...]