On Sleeping (or Lack Thereof) and Sickness and Sanctification

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When it comes to sleeping, Emmeline is the worst. I mean this quite literally; of the five babies we’ve had, she is, hands down, the one who has woken me the most at night. And don’t even get me started on naps. She’s adorable, of course. She’s a snuggly love-bug who has a smile that … Continue reading "On Sleeping (or Lack Thereof) and Sickness and Sanctification"

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It Seems Like God Would Have Wanted to Answer That Prayer

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A few weeks ago, at the end of our bedtime routine, I put an arm around Katie’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Want to talk about anything, kiddo?” It had been a tough day. We’d intended to leave for a much-anticipated camping trip that morning but had needed to make a sudden change in plans … Continue reading "It Seems Like God Would Have Wanted to Answer That Prayer"

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Please Don’t Look at Me, or, Thoughts on Easter and Faith

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Last weekend, we celebrated. It had stormed all week, but Sunday dawned clear and beautiful and the world felt new. There was a sense of excitement as we gathered together in the school gym. (Ok. I’ll admit. This was, in part, due to the kids and their anticipation of the festivities to come. But only … Continue reading "Please Don’t Look at Me, or, Thoughts on Easter and Faith"

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On Making Lists and Not Wasting My Life

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A few months ago, I implemented something new in our homeschool: I started giving Katie a list. It always has the same things at the top. Get dressed. Tidy your room. Brush your hair. Practice the piano. And then, checkboxes for whatever she needs to accomplish that day. Math pages. Copy work. Spelling. Addition practice. … Continue reading "On Making Lists and Not Wasting My Life"

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We Break Things: In Which I Make Myself a Liar. Perhaps.

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After quiet time yesterday, Katie found me scribbling in a notebook. With thoughts of the upcoming election rattling around in my head, inspired, somewhat, by responses to my last post, and goaded by an assignment I’d recently given to my students, I was eking out a sonnet. “Mama,” she said as she wedged herself into … Continue reading "We Break Things: In Which I Make Myself a Liar. Perhaps."

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