I’ve helped raise four incredibly LOUD, frequently hilarious, occasionally dry-humoured, and undeniably small humans. They didn’t stand much of a chance in the size department, when you take into account our family’s Hobbit-like stature. This past few weeks the three eldest children have come to me at various points offering me teeth. Seems … More Yum Char Too Far!
I spent this past Sunday morning, the second Sunday in Advent, listening to my father who I hold in absolute esteem preach a short and gentle sermon at Auckland Hospital. I brought my youngest of four children, as the religious freedom and critical thought we encourage in this household has meant the older three kids … More The Second Sunday of Advent
We are in the South of Austria in a castle that was built in the 17th century (1640). The castle has been managed and maintained by the same family for more than 200 years. We managed to score the suite, and we also got very lucky as the doors will close to guests after … More Slovak Studios, Singing, and Stephanie
There aren’t any magic words. Grief is a terrifying, raw, sickening and overwhelming emotion. I never know what to say… So I stick with just that: “I don’t know what to say, and anything I might offer to do to help will feel hollow and absurd compared to the pain that you are … More At a Loss… for more than words.
Sometimes, it confounds me how secure my husband is with our relationship, himself, and his path. It’s inspiring. He has down turns when he doubts himself, but today he is sure-footed and confident on his path. This morning I woke up at 6:30, and shortly after, Grumpy stirred and we discussed his rather stellar … More Dreaming of my Husband?
There have been a couple of ongoing themes this week. Somehow, religion and spirituality keep coming up. A woman who I respect a great deal, who shares an active and admirable Christian faith with her husband and family, shared this post: It got me thinking about how great the basic tenants of most religions … More Religion, Tolerance and Friendship Meanderings on a Grey Friday
I know that some Shake their heads Whisper to each other Under their breath “She’s just such a spectacle, And those poor darling kids.” But I feel respectable – In my parenting bids I know, I know, I know – I’m the sweary mum, They scary mum, The dancing in my chairy mum … More Poem for Spectacular Parents