Day Twelve: Mind Games and Missing
Every place we go, every season of life that we are in, there are good things and bad. Everyone knows this. And everyone knows that sometimes it's the littlest things that make the biggest difference.
Day Eleven: A Taste of Memory
There is an accumulation of tastes and scents that make a home. What those tastes and scents are may not be something that you can necessarily predict or choose.
Day Ten: Rolling Change
The family we have now, is not the family we left Oklahoma with. This is the nature of change. To state the obvious: it changes you.
Day Nine: Let the Little Children
In our family we really stress that home is where we are together. It's not our house, and it's not our stuff, and it's not our community. It's our family.
Day Eight: Picking My View
It's been one of those days.
Correction. It is one of those days.
Day Seven: Finding Friendships
Here's the deal with making friends: you kind of have to get involved in things to meet people (which is, incidentally, necessary in order to make friends).
Day Six: Nostalgia
Our not-so-little yellow house on the hill facing the sea is surrounded by its own ocean of mist right now, and I'm sitting with my boots propped up on the coffee table thinking about nostalgia and white space and moving boxes and trying to decide what of the many things floating around my head I really want to write about tonight.
Day Five: Questions by Blondes (and Other People)
Every transition--whether it's a new town or a new move or a new friendship--comes with questions. And as my husband likes to say, "There are no stupid questions. Only stupid people." So, let me show my blonde side and share a few questions I've had concerning this latest transition of ours.
Day Four: Blurbs for Between
I'm keeping it short today--it's Saturday, let's all be lazy together--and just plan on giving you a few moving blurbs to keep you entertained.
Day Three: Like a Good Neighbor
Well, there are good ways to meet the neighbors and then there are…somewhat more exciting ways to meet the neighbors.
Day Two: Bookish Roots
Let me start off by confessing that it seems I can't recite Goodnight Moon from memory after all. I tried to give Bruiser his literary moment before bed tonight, but the sun had already set and the lamp in his room has not been "all there" since the move and turning on the overhead light when reading to a supposedly drowsy baby would be a travesty. And anyway, I flubbed a few lines.
Day One: In the Between
I grew up in the city where people came for language school. Friends cycled in, their parents learned the language, and then they cycled back out. My sisters left for boarding school, and then college. I left for boarding school, and then college. I married the Man, and the military trotted us from one end of the country to the other.
Feminism, Theology, and Amish Cowboys
Several weeks ago, my older sister asked me to look into a couple different authors for her, read some of their stuff, and give her my response to them. She also asked me to figure out why Christian romance writers are so obsessed with cowboys, pioneers, and the Amish.
A Quick Frenzy
I'm sitting on the couch having just finished watching the sun set into the Pacific Ocean. From this you can deduce a few things. 1. We are moved in! 2. We unpacked the couch! 3. We have a freaking awesome view!