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Why Our Kids Share a Room

When I was a counselor at Camp Hanover, I genuinely loved the bedtime routine. Especially with the littler campers–the six and seven-year-olds. It started with vespers, a sunset time of prayer and song. Then we’d play a few last rounds of freeze tag or foursquare and head back toward our campsite. Continue reading “Why Our Kids Share a Room”

Star Wars and Lincoln Skywalker

Our older son’s name is Lincoln, and occasionally someone will say, “Oh, I like his name. How did you pick it out?” I’ll explain that of course we love the historical significance, and we generally like older-sounding names, but we actually got it from the show Prison Break. Keepin’ it classy. Yes, Lincoln Burrows was the inspiration for our rule-following first-born son’s name. Continue reading “Star Wars and Lincoln Skywalker”

Of Color-Coordinated T-Shirts, Gilead, and the Women’s World Cup

It’s been unseasonably warm this past week, but the leaves are falling off the trees and our yard has a slick layer of pine needles. Fall, and really winter, is upon us. Am I ready? Nope. Spring – Summer was a delicious, busy blur, filled with moments I tried to savor. What follows is a recap of my favorite vignettes, lest I forget.

Continue reading “Of Color-Coordinated T-Shirts, Gilead, and the Women’s World Cup”

Boys ‘Round Here

Bed in Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day? Continue reading “Boys ‘Round Here”

Say What You Need. Stand On A Table If You Have To.

One of my all-time favorite professors told us there were “beer papers” and “coffee papers,” and he didn’t know which we should want ours to be. When he graded papers, he usually sat at a bar drinking beer or sat at a coffee shop drinking lots of coffee. He advised us to quibble over our grades if we needed to, because¬†“I might have made a mistake. It might have been the caffeine. It might have been the alcohol.”¬† Continue reading “Say What You Need. Stand On A Table If You Have To.”

Mr. Rubbernecker

This post goes out to Hyatt and all you second (or third, or fourth, or fifth children). Continue reading “Mr. Rubbernecker”

Rockville: A Post About Thankfulness

One of the surest remedies against discouragement is thankfulness.

So, I’m going to climb out of the past six months’ busyness and sleep deprivation to reflect on a theme of joy that’s been playing in the background: thanksgiving for Rockville, a place I resisted. Continue reading “Rockville: A Post About Thankfulness”

Nature Boys

As much as I complain about the onslaught of winter, I secretly like it. Winter is like the early morning. When I rally to experience it, I’m rewarded. It’s still and peaceful, the light and the blues and grays of the skies are different each day, and the coffee is so good. Continue reading “Nature Boys”

It Happens Every Year On Christmas Eve (But This Year It Didn’t)

The Christmas season stresses me out. It forces me to add more to an already-tiring schedule. I grumble while Bryce cheerfully watches Home Alone 2: Lost in New York.

Despite my bad attitude and anxiety, I can count on peace to descend on Christmas Eve. Presents have been chosen, work deadlines have been hit, and scripture is read. Continue reading “It Happens Every Year On Christmas Eve (But This Year It Didn’t)”

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