Lisa-Jo over at The Gypsy Mama wrote the other day about how working moms need grace – grace to handle the daily good-byes, grace for handing over their children to others, grace for the guilt they carry. In my journal where I count gifts from God, I write “the ability to work from home, not…
As part of my efforts to maintain healthy eating habits and lose a not-publicly-defined amount of weight this year (see my annual goals, here), I made some bran muffins last week. I used Heidi Swanson‘s bran muffin recipe from Super Natural Every Day, and they were everything a really good bran muffin should be: moist,…
Someone I love (and who loves me) lamented to me the other day about how Christian music has changed over the years. She said to her, it’s no longer “worship music,” meaning, I guess, that she personally doesn’t feel like worshipping God when she listens to it. She asked me what I thought. I could tell she was…
Partially raised by my maternal grandmother, who baked her own bread every week, I am no stranger to the smell of yeast emanating from beneath a cotton floursack towel sheltering rising loaves of dough on the back of a stove. There is nothing that says comfort to me more than a slice of freshly baked…
I’ve never been into New Year’s Resolutions per se, but with all the upheaval of the past year, I’ve spent the past few months feeling somewhat disoriented, like I’ve lost my footing. I’m sure it’s justified – I’ve gotten married, had a baby, moved halfway across the country, and transitioned from working in a busy…
Tradition dictates that this afternoon, I should have been with the women on my mom’s side of the family, exchanging dozens of holiday cookies at our annual cookie exchange. But I’m 650 miles from home instead, and anyway, there was no cookie exchange this year. Holiday cookie swaps seem to be making a comeback. I…