Tomorrow George and I are “leaving on a jet plane” — flying to Seattle for a week. In keeping with the time-honored tradition of dressing up in costume for Halloween, on the evening of October 31st, George will enter the nerd-u-lizer chamber and transform into . . . THE WORMINATOR! Yes, it’s true. October 31 […]
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I suppose this announcement is a bit anti-climactic now, but (drumroll) today is my birthday! Whoop-de-doodle-doo. My phone rang about an hour ago, and when I answered, my parents and daughter sang, “Happy Birthday.” From Paris, France. Hmm. They’re in Paris. I’m in Podunkville. What’s wrong with this picture? Oh, well. I have a cute
Ho there, Live Journal campers! As I’ve mentioned, Grace is studying in Barcelona this summer–working hard to hone those Spanish skills and blah-de-blah-blah. So, what’s it like to be 21, beautiful, single, and alone in a foreign land? I’ll copy a portion of an e-mail she sent today to give you a little glimpse: well,
Tall and tan and young and lovely . . . Read More »
Now that I’ve gently broken the news to Luke (a.k.a. Mr. Soak-Your-Pipe-Tobacco-in-Brandy-to-make-it-Smoother), I guess I can tell the rest of the world. That would be “the world” as in the five people who read this journal. I’m talking to you. When I went to Seattle in late June, my daughter, five of her girlfriends, and
I love that Grace wrote a “poem” in Luke’s journal. And I love that he used the word “chicanery” in his apology. I love the way my children have grown into interesting people with beautiful values, unfettered imaginations, and wonderfully weird personalities. I love these things like I love the feeling that washes over me
I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to
like a candle to the sun Read More »
Highs in the mid-70’s Lows in the mid-50’s Notebook. Camera. Lists. Interview questions. Colorful neighborhoods. Quirky shops. Ethnic cuisine. Van Gogh exhibit at the museum. Grace’s agenda: Spend the week with me exploring. Our mission: Find it. See it. Do it. Describe it. Shoot it. (With a camera–not a gun.) The sights, sounds, smells, scenery,
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I’ve been evil and remiss about posting in my LJ. If there’s anyone out there who hangs on my every sagacious word, my sincerest apologies to you. (Um, Jesse, I guess that’s probably just you. So, “Sorry, Jesse.”) Well. It looks like I’m going to have to take a trip to Seattle. I know. You
Make mine a triple grande two-pump mocha. No whip. Read More »
I spent April 2-6 at Mt. Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. Part of me wants to share with all of you what happened there, but part of me is hesitant. Sometimes when other people receive particularly delightful blessings, I want so badly to rejoice with them — to share their happiness without a trace of jealousy
The winds have shifted, and the sails are full. But I’m not the captain of this ship. Read More »
I would love to write about our trip to Seattle, which was magnifilous, but I don’t have time. I will say, though, that hearing Luke and Grace sing two of Luke’s songs at the coffee house was splendid. And hearing all the people cheering for them warmed my heart. It was a beautiful Momzy moment.
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