to remind you I’m here in case I don’t get something longer written this month, or, an earlyish end-of-the-year wrap-up, or, me begging you to […]
Henri Nouwen, hospitality, and why my son’s band still practices at our house even though he doesn’t live here anymore
I heard a knock on our front door one beautiful late spring evening: after a hot day, finally cool enough to sit outside and enjoy… […]
Oren moved out
where I give a shout out to The Terrible Cough, The Move, The Camper Van, and Empty Nesting It’s been almost two weeks. He caught […]
Seb’s first trip to the NRG, a repost
I’ve decided to go back to my old blog, anklebiter.net, and grab some writing I did when my man-children were mere babes. The other day […]
band practice: or, failing at the spiritual discipline of patience during Advent
I know I have written before about being glad that the band, Corduroy, practices here in our house, feeling like the cool parents who allow […]
Hueco Tanks 2023, No. 3: Reconnaissance, or 5 things this trip taught us.
The word reconnaissance, when not used as a military term means, “preliminary surveying or research.” It has its roots in the French reconnaitre (recognize) and […]
Hueco Tanks 2023, No. 2: Different than I remember
Vacations are the act of grabbing minutes and hours and days with both hands, stealing against the inevitability of time. Cold Tangerines About a year […]
Hueco Tanks 2023, No. 1: 8 days to departure
We’re getting ready to go on a road trip. Less than two weeks to go now, and we’re already stressed to the ends of our […]
Climber-mom-rant, a retrospective
Last year at this time, I was thinking about writing a big rant about about how my sons don’t want to climb or be climbers. […]
