this house doesn’t have a clue – and other things i never meant to say out loud about christmas

I was scolded once by a professor for ending a presentation with the four honest words, “That’s all I have.” And I think this speaks something to my silence here over the past (eep) month or so. I’m imagining myself trailing you down the hallway repeating, “Well, what was I supposed to say?” It’s not […]

God who whispers

I may have detected a flaw in our western brand of Christian faith. Maybe you should sit down. I think that, if we expect God to work at all, we expect him to work instantly. We march to the orders of the clock, not to the rhythms of the seasons and sunsets and cows. We have no patience for God or for lines […]

young, stupid, and making it {1}

{Due to the monstrous size of this post, I halved it.} With the internet abuzz (slightly abuzz – it’s not North Korea) with the topic of early marriage, I’ve ducked my head and, as I devotedly do when hard things swirl about my end of the blogosphere, pretended not to notice. Controversial topic pertinent to […]

you must be the baby

My mother and I take a pilates class together on Fridays. (We seem drawn to making fools of ourselves.) Last week after class, while I gathered my things, my mom shared with our instructor that she had had the four of us kids pretty close together, and that now we’re 23, 22, 19, and – “my baby just turned 18.” […]

restoration saga: the ghost of stink bugs past

We knew that when we cleaned the attic we’d be encroaching upon the territory of winged things. When we finally did face our fears and clean the poo out of the two attic rooms, we were swarmed by no such creatures. We found zero bats. We found four birds (we think), and the only one living removed itself from the house without a […]

restoration saga: how does an engineer destroy a floor?

Answer: In the most complicated way possible. Mission: To remove the particle board floor from the poor, tortured 1938 hardwood. Solution 1 (beat wildly at it with a hammer) didn’t work. Enter engineer. Solution 2: 1. Try hammer. No workee?   2. No problem. Collect at least four shovels. Wedge them under crappy floor. 3. Beat […]

restoration saga: what bat poo and poverty taught me about christian love

In the midst of good, hard, two-hands-to-the-plow living lately, I’ve run out of room in my days to talk about it. There’s a lot happening in me and my house. I may have to tackle this in baby chunks. We had some heart-breakingly beautiful work parties last week at the house. It was hard work. […]