Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Delight!
Last night, the girls and I decided it was time to make cookies … So, we pulled out the trusty Kitchenaid and got to work! Although the cookies were good, I was afraid we'd have no dough left for baking them as the girls were avid cookie dough eaters and had taken out quite a […]
I Can Think of Much Worse …
Dirtiest 4-Letter Word written by Naomi Shihab Nye The Dirtiest 4-Letter Word is "self" says the sign on a churchand I almost run off the road. What about Kill? Hate? Rape?Even "whip" sounds worse than "self" or might we trie "lies"? Now I remember whySunday School gave me a stomach ache.
In Memory of Dr. Seuss …
Because the girls love the story so much and because Miranda declared that she would not eat them, we decided to make green eggs and ham this morning (recipe follows).
A Burnout?
"It's really intense to discover your work doesn't matter to you anymore," he mourns. This quote, taken from a work entitled Slump in Naomi Shihab Nye's anthology Honeybee, seemingly sums up what I've been feeling for a while now.
Whose Silence Are You?
In Silenceby Thomas Merton (1915-1968) Be still.Listen to the stones of the wall.Be silent, they tryto speak your name.Listento the living walls.
Are You Breathing, Just a Little, and Calling it a Life?
Another poem I happened across and decided to share. Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?by Mary Oliver (1935 – ??) Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives –tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young […]
The Grapes of Wrath Have Not Yet Withered on the Vine …
So, I pulled out my trusty old copy of Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath and began reading (or re-reading, I guess … does it count if you were 8 when you read it the last time?) … As always, it was a heart breaking experience. On one hand you have the horrific circumstances that push […]
Live in the Layers …
A poem I stumbled across today and typed here for your reading pleasure … The Layersby Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006) I have walked through many lives,some of them my own,and I am not who I was,though some principle of beingabides, from which I strugglenot to stray.
I’m sick today …
I am sick today (for the 23rd day in a row). What a day to be sick. The weather's crappy, my throat is raw and all I can think of is just how much I don't want to be here.
