The Gravitational Pull of Home and Hearth and Ideas

This may or may not circle around to making any sense. It is the middle of the night, I am finally not exhausted, and I am feeling philosophical.Ben said an interesting thing yesterday about buses being so heavy that he worried about the earth's ability to stay in orbit during certain times of the day when there are buses everywhere. He was worried about us not being able to float properly from all that weight....more

Here's to Hilarious Late Night Snacking

We were out later last night than ever before, I'm pretty sure. Somehow after our afternoon chores, we ended up going out to our Goat Mentor's place - way over in Applegate. It is always a several hour adventure to get there, up the crazy bumpy driveway, deal with the pack of dogs, get to the barn, pick up supplies, hug Sue a few times, watch the boys ride Tonka Trucks down hills, and then drive all the way home....more

Hope and Play and a Plan

This morning I read The General Comment to Article 31 (the Right to Play) of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child. It gave me hope after a week of deep sadness based on just knowing too much about stuff I can't control....more

It feels like the Time Change punched me in the face this year

Never before have I been so turned upside down by setting the clocks ahead one hour. On Sunday morning, my iPhone alarm went off at 4:15, as usual. The rest of the clocks still said 3:15 am - which really does seem like an unnatural time to be awake for a day worker. We had even been up late the night before roasting hot dogs and making s'mores over an open fire, because it was a burn pile day out in the country where we live....more

Endless Visibility that Hands you the Horizon on a Platter

This morning, I started out my reading time with a little poetry from Billy Collins. The title of this article is a line from his poem Canada, from the book, "Sailing Alone Around the Room."What Collins does best is turn an apparently simple phrase into a numinous moment. --The New Yorker...more

It Seems Complaining Articles Get The Most Attention on BlogHer

A quick peruse of the top articles here are "I'm tired of Being a Mom," "I Get Tired of Playing with my Kids," and "I just want to be left alone - confessions of an introverted mom."I think it's time for me to leave BlogHer and start hanging out with people who have a positive outlook on parenting....more
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Gorgeous Works of Heart & Laundry - in Honor of Michelangelo

That's right! We have a big plan. Nothing quite as big as this, but big for us. We want to paint the ceiling of our laundry room in honor of Michelangelo's birthday, March 6th, 1475. This year the date sort of took us by surprise. All of a sudden, it was March 6th again....more

Pot. Kettle. Black.

Yesterday, I tuned into the radio just in time to hear the announcer say the title of the previous song, "Pot. Kettle. Black," and it stuck with me the rest of day. The old saying wound itself through my thoughts all afternoon....more
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"We are all, Despite Ourselves, Drenched in Narrative"

"Long, long ago, in a village far away..."And so begins a story that holds our attention all through dinner. Benjamin, my 8-year old, told a story that he'd heard at school, with such skill that I was on the edge of my seat, wide-eyed and crying at one point. Such heroism. Such love. He just waited patiently for me to stop blubbing and continued on to the climatic ending, at which I was breathless.What an amazing story....more
You have such an incredible way with words.  I love reading your posts...and on a different ...more

Bird on a Limb

A Red-Breasted Robin perches on a limbat the edge of an airport runway.As a plane approaches and slows to zoomonto the landing strip, I wonderat the bird eagerly watching.I remember standing on the Golden Gate Bridgeto watch The Fleet Come In many years ago,and marvel at the Blue Angels flying formationsand daring feats of danger and bravado overhead....more
This is such a beautiful poem, and I really enjoyed it.  Sorry I missed it when you first came ...more