Showing posts from December, 2011

Dorothy Saves Christmas

I readily admit that the Christmas season kicks my butt. I get overwhelmed by the pressure of it all, saddened by the consumerism, frustrated by the greed, and worried about spending the money. Tis' the Season to completely freak out. But this year, I felt myself compelled to seek out an old friend, a book, actually, by a personal hero of mine, Dorothy Day. The book is The Long Loneliness , and I picked it up this morning and started re-reading it. "We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community." --Dorothy Day If I stay with these pages, I think I'll make it to the Epiphany in fine form. Thank you Dorothy. * * *

7 Quick Takes: The Christmas List Edition

Seven quick Christmas wishes for my family. ~1~ For Little T :  My wish for you this Christmas is that you learn to think first and scream second.   Because that thing you do in the car, when you object to something I'm saying, or something someone else is saying, that blood-curdling shriek?  I think it endangers us on the road and I would like it to stop.  Lest you think this is a selfish wish, I have the best interest of your vocal cords in mind here, sweetheart.  You could probably do permanent damage to them if you keep up that obnoxious behavior. And I also wish for you that you charge into 2012 with as much joy and verve as you are closing 2011 with.  And maybe a movable stuffed animal puppy. ~2~ For Lady E: My wish for you this Christmas is that the adults around you find ways to respond to your bright, inquisitive, lightening-quick mind.  May that brain be lit on fire and may that fire grow and grow throughout your life.  May you remember us little people

The Price I'm Willing To Pay

The other day a friend of ours brought 5 coca-cola cans over for my children.  He was dropping off a bunch of other stuff, and thoughtfully decided to include the sodas so that I could enjoy the resulting caffeine-induced frenzy: THANKS! This was in the morning.  So of course, I didn't let anyone have a soda that early in the day.  And even though coca-cola cans look exactly alike, and even though it does not matter which one you get, my 5th born child decided that one particular can was definitely hers.   She wanted a label on hers while the cans chilled in the fridge.  She brought me a very small slip of paper and instructed me to write the following on it: "No one drink this soda, because it's Tallulah's and if you drink it, then after I take it back and drink it I will hit you in the head with it." She knows how to protect her own. And no, she doesn't get that violent streak from me.  I am a peace-loving person.  And I don't even like soda. I

Just for Fun

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You Never Know

My husband used to be a teacher. Actually, I should rephrase that: My husband is a teacher, and he used to get paid to teach full time. Six years ago (or was it 7?), he left the classroom for the garden, and began designing native plant gardens for a living.  He's good at it.  He created a virtual paradise for us here, and when other people started asking him for help in their own gardens, he -- we -- took the leap and he changed careers.  He can visualize and then create really beautiful outdoor spaces. But he's a teacher at heart. Flash forward six years.  (Or maybe 7?)  The other night, he stopped into a local liquor store to get me, his grateful and lucky wife, some Stone IPA.  There, behind the counter, was a former student. " Mr. A!  Whoa--that is so wierd!  I was just talking about you an hour ago! " This was a kid Mr. A remembers well, and was delighted to see.  But an hour ago?  So Mr. A asked him why on earth he was thinking about his high school