Last year, over three million people died in the United States. Given that more people have died of Covid-19 this year than last, I suspect our crude death rate will increase again. Needless to say, there are countless people grieving the loss of a loved one. A voice won’t ring out from across the hall. … Continue reading When it’s cold, inside and out.
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Totally freaking out.
Someone once shared with me a method to help find safety in my mind when things feel like they’re swirling outside of what I can handle. Think of five things you know you can sense in reality, so that your brain and your body are together again, at least for a bit. I’ve taken this … Continue reading Totally freaking out.
Cafeteria trays.
Fish sticks, canned green beans, and macaroni and cheese. Typically, there are no leftovers when I make this meal. One of my kids has some fairly intense food selectivity, and this is mostly outside of his control. He and I have an agreement. I’ll try to always include at least two foods he is positive … Continue reading Cafeteria trays.
Luigi L. Lemoncello
“I’d like to say a few brief words. Here they are: ‘short’, ‘memorandum’, and ‘underpants’.”---Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library I’ve been reading the Lemoncello books to my kids since the pandemic began. Over breakfast, while they eat, I usually manage a chapter or two. Sometimes, we get in a few chapters after school during snack. … Continue reading Luigi L. Lemoncello
THINK before you scold a mom.
A lot of my baby food goes to a particular someone who loves to babble. She talks all the time, and if her mom gave her daughter undivided attention every time a random string of syllables erupted forth, nothing would get done in their life. To the random stranger in the store who had the … Continue reading THINK before you scold a mom.
Boosted
I keep thinking about the pharmacist who administered my flu vaccine and my covid booster. I barely felt either stick. When she smoothed the band-aids, she was gentle, applying almost no pressure to my tender arms. I left feeling cared for and special. The monotony of the work must get to her sometimes. What is … Continue reading Boosted
Complementarianism is just another name for degradation.
The indoctrination of complementarianism is sometimes eerily subtle. As I’ve shared before, the damage of my experience prior is hard to address. Deconstructing that upbringing, evaluating how it impacted me as a child, as a teenager, as a young adult, as a new bride, as a mother is challenging and often painful. The day before, … Continue reading Complementarianism is just another name for degradation.
My favorite fruit.
This Asian pear has seen better days. Honestly, I forgot it on the counter. It has been jostled a bit and didn't have the benefit of the safety of the produce drawer. I learned how to prepare them watching the mother of the students I tutored. They have a granular texture that is wonderful when … Continue reading My favorite fruit.
Greyhounds will make anything into a pillow.
My husband knits and his current project is usually never very far from him, stored in the black bag above. As soon as he leaves the couch, Bella will make herself cozy. The only thing that seems to distract her from this napping spot is the sound of food from the kitchen. Only that is … Continue reading Greyhounds will make anything into a pillow.
Apples are only my second favorite.
When people ask me what my favorite fruit is, I usually answer apples. This is mostly true. I love apples, though I don’t really like the Red Delicious variety. I like my apples to crunch when I bite into them and be sweet with a touch of sour. When Cripps Pink apples started hitting produce … Continue reading Apples are only my second favorite.
Beka Tucker 