Keeping Christmas all the year

Christmas was anything but peaceful this year, since we were in the process of moving.  I love to collect new decorations, but this was the only one I bought this year.  And when it was time (past time) to take them down, I decided to leave this one. Our house is...

Windows

My beautiful old Victorian house had the original double-hung windows.  But most of them were stuck, painted, or even epoxied shut!   Even when we managed to pry one open, most of the ropes that held the counter weights had broken long ago.  So we had to prop them up...
Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

Most mornings, after I get up at 6:30 and wake the boys, prod Jake to get ready, make breakfast for John, and close the door behind the three of them, I go back to bed for an early morning nap.  I try not to feel guilty about this, because I work hard all day long,...

Nature red in tooth and claw

The poison ivy saga continues.  Lorelei and William are covered in it.  I now have patches all over my body, doubtless from clingy Lorelei’s little hands since there is no way the actual ivy touched me in most of these spots!  To add to the fun, I also have...
Peace

Peace

Just this morning, as my husband and I were rushing through breakfast and trying to wake our older kids up for Mass, I said, “Sometimes I envy those people who post things on Facebook like, ‘Having a peaceful Sunday morning reading the paper,’ ...

More on kindergarten

More bad news for those of us who have kids entering kindergarten (plus more dismaying news about education in general): Up until very recently, it was considered developmentally appropriate to begin serious reading instruction in the second grade. Now, however,...

If you love Knoxville . . .

. . . you will enjoy this site.  I stumbled upon it when looking for illustrations for another post.  It contains a variety of shots oh Knoxville–I especially enjoyed the downtown pictures and the Neyland Stadium shots.  And if you don’t know Knoxville,...
Coffee:  A Love Story

Coffee: A Love Story

It all began in the summer of 1986.  I was home after my first year at Georgetown, working as a waitress at Cracker Barrel, a thankless job if ever there was one.  Each evening, around 9:30, my exhausted fellow waitresses would retreat to a smoky cubicle equipped with...
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