I am not the church

 Here we are, back to 11 o’clock. Now feeling officially called home from the beach, the mountains, wherever we have wandered and roamed this summer.

I am not the church

 Here we are, back to 11 o’clock. Now feeling officially called home from the beach, the mountains, wherever we have wandered and roamed this summer.


Begin again (and again) (and again)

From “Katie’s Blog” at KatieCashin.com (which is a thing…) A cautionary tale about sewing machines, Master Chef, and trying to be the Expert of Everything!

Begin again (and again) (and again)

From “Katie’s Blog” at KatieCashin.com (which is a thing…) A cautionary tale about sewing machines, Master Chef, and trying to be the Expert of Everything!


Summer story

I know it’s summer because we’ve reached that time of year when, wherever I happen to be, I’m forced from buildings over-compensating with the A/C into the outside where I must sunbathe on a steamy sidewalk or thaw in my fatally hot car to exorcise the chill. This is probably the only real complaint I have to file against summer. Especially this year, which so far seems milder than usual. Feel…

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It’s like this…

It’s like this…

A lot of energy has been going into this consciously-not-acting-and/or-reacting-out-of-anxiousness thing. In fact, so much energy has been sent this way that apparently I have very little left to give to blogging. And parenting.

If this little non-anxious experiment were being supervised, I think I’d impress. I mean, you should see how many people I’m not screaming at every day. However, if you…

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I think I’m helping

I think I’m helping

I was just telling Marc how GREAT (great great!) I’ve been doing with not saying out loud every thought that comes through my mind. This return to the blog is about to ruin that streak. There goes my trophy.

This time of year. What’s in the air? The world is about ten times busyer than usual and I feel like I’m keeping most greeting card companies in business. There’s a lot to celebrate between…

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Yes and No

Me: Isn’t this banana good?

Z: No.

Me: Are you sure? You seem to really love bananas?

Z: Nanas? Mo?

Me: No, that was our last banana.

Z: No.

Me: I promise I’m telling you the truth.

Z:…cookie?

Me: Cookies for breakfast? What kind of mother would I be?

Z: COOKIE!

Me: I can’t. They arrest people for feeding their children cookies before noon.

Z: NOOOOOOOO!

Me: It’s not so much a literal…

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Where in the world…

Where in the world…

Actually, I did not give up blogging for the latter part of Lent, at least not on purpose! So this is a quick “Hi!” to say I’m alive and well thought not living in Paris.

Round here we are prepping for take off in a few different ways: I’m going to be venturing into a kind of new professional direction in the next couple months. Marc will be starting his grad program in DC later this summer. And…

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Let’s be little

Let’s be little

Let’s be little.

Let’s be a hint.

Let’s not go viral.

Let’s use what we have on hand.

Let’s not extreme makeover.

Let’s not gut the entire house.

Let’s keep the wallpaper.

Let’s go for a walk.

Let’s cut out some carbs.

Let’s keep biscuits.

Let’s decline an invitation.

Let’s take back the dress.

Let’s not be the biggest and the bravest.

Let’s be big enough and brave.

Let’s not have it all.

Let’s…

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Progressive Youth Ministry Conference: Day 1

Progressive Youth Ministry Conference: Day 1

Hey friends!

If you couldn’t tell from the windier tone, I’m writing you from Chicago, where I’m attending the Progressive Youth Ministry conference. To be more specific, I’m writing you from almost the end of the first day of the conference while digesting some of the most delicious smoked pork barbecue I have ever eaten. I know there was a reference to a holy smoker but I’m starting to believe…

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Where we are, what we’re doing, and waiting for Spring

Where we are, what we’re doing, and waiting for Spring

Why Hello!

It’s seems like this was the week where we went over the brim. There was a lot of calendar, but moreso it felt like I had reached max-capacity in my mind. I started to think this might be the case when I signed on to FaceBook at some point during the week, realized they had “streamlined” their format (again), and decided the only proper response to this was an hour-long nap. So that’s…

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