Category: Authors

* Sleeping. Okay, that’s not quite what I mean, because I’m getting really good at falling asleep before 9:30. But the staying asleep until a decent hour is not happening. This morning? 3:03. So I’ve written my 1000 words (or very nearly 1000 words) and read my email and finished my first 3 glasses of

I’m starting to take just a little responsibility for my kids’ music lessons. Kate’s been taking violin lessons for over four years (three of them with wrong teachers) and I’m just beginning to sit down with her to count out her measures. And to do note reading theory with Ellie and Matthew. Some part of

A thing I do not feel guilty about: I just fed two hungry 5-year-old boys a toasted bagel and orange slices while I snuck around nibbling really good salami slices and Brie cheese. A thing I do feel guilty about: My friend came over and got a book, and she was so kind, giving me

Okay, I’m not obsessed. Im no kind of stalker. I’m maybe not even what you’d call a fan. But I’ve been thinking about Mr. Christian Bale this morning. Hm. Happy thoughts.  (*Disclaimer – I don’t know this man. I don’t think we’re friends. I haven’t seen all his movies. I don’t know his wife’s name,

You know the days when you’ve committed yourself so far that you technically need to have three bodies to do all the things you promised to do? Yeah. Like that.  All week. A wise woman said that too many commitments can be a sign of love – it reflects all the people you’re willing to

The thing is, sometimes I do things right. Some days I get up early and exercise, shower, and produce hot breakfast all before 6.30, when I wake my beautiful children with my gentle voice and shepherd them to morning devotional.  Sometimes I get all my list crossed off.  Sometimes I go days without eating butter.

My ears are ringing.  We’ve been bread-free in  our house for three and a half days, and I finally shook off the laziness this morning and got busy. (These things are related. Wait for it.) While the kids were eating their breakfasts near 7:00, I pulled out the wheat grinder and loaded it up. This

I’ve been pondering a new story for the last little while. I’ve also been doing a rewrite on a different one, and here and there pausing to do those pesky duties like cooking, cleaning, paying bills, and entertaining my little family.  So as far as pondering goes, it’s time for me to be done. I