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...
Finding Balance

Finding Balance

Balance.  Does anyone have it?  You hear everyone talking about having too much on their plates.  Of juggling all their responsibilities.  Well, my plate overflows on a daily basis and I can’t keep all those balls in the air (in my case, it’s actually...

I'm gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion

I HATE POISON IVY.  I cannot seem to escape the stuff.  It encircled the backyard of our first house, right where I wanted to plant a border of daylilies.  I wore gloves and long sleeves when I tried to pull it up, and still ended up with welts all over my arms.  My...
'Tis the Month of Our Mother

'Tis the Month of Our Mother

Sitting outside this evening, I smelled the honeysuckle and looked over at our garden statue of the Blessed Mother and suddenly found myself launching into “‘Tis the Month of Our Mother.” (I frequently burst into song at the least provocation and...
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