There is one category of questioning that all young parents loathe: “Are you having more kids?” For the record, yes. Matt and I want more kid(s). But it’s up to God when we have our next one. I want to share with you, my readership, some thoughts on this question so that you can be [...]
Joy is a complicated thing. Matt walks in the door after a long day. I tell him how I have felt sick all day, how Phoebe fought her nap for two hours, how all of the dishes are dirty, how it’s beans and rice for dinner because I was too exhausted to prepare anything more [...]
My grandmother’s era expected her to be a stay at home mom. She was not wanted in the workplace, and the deck was stacked against her to not be successful in “The Man’s World.” We have made a lot of progress as a society in giving women professional opportunities…but have our attitudes evolved as well?
The funny thing about resolutions is that we never keep them. It’s a game we play with ourselves…a sick game where we come up with some unobtainable idea of the perfect “self” that we wish defined us. Resolutions remind us of our shortcomings, our failures, and our faults. And, when we invariably fail at our resolutions, it just reminds us of how pathetic, weak and imperfect humanity can be. (Why am I talking about humanity???) Truly, it reminds us of the weaknesses in ourselves, but in a depressing, shameful way.
I guess you could have a lot of convictions. I guess you could walk through life with a lot of specific expectations. “The man I marry will be tall, interested in physics, and he will floss.” “I will leave early for work and get there on time.” “I will invest in certain portfolios and receive a certain kind of return on them.”
To be honest, I don’t want to write a blog post this week. I’m not sorry I made the commitment to local food or to writing about it. The food is just not inspirational right now. We buy food from a farm. We’re convicted it’s healthy, good for local economy, good for the environment, cost [...]
You can go through life greedy, discontent, and always looking for the next thing that holds promise to satisfy your wants and needs. You can grumble and complain about how terrible you have it, and how unfair your lot is. Or, you can appreciate the blessings in your life. Gratitude is a spiritual discipline. It’s [...]
When I get sick, the only things I can stomach are Ritz crackers, ginger ale and sherbet. That’s right. I don’t eat organic crackers, raw ginger and sugar-free sorbet. The only things I can eat without feeling queasy are three processed foods. I’ve wondered if there is something special about these foods that makes me able to eat them when all else fails.
People who always have something to complain about annoy the crap out of me. The reason they are continually annoyed at life is not because they have a particularly annoying life, but because they are encountering their lives through a faulty paradigm. Sometimes I wish I could transfer telepathic understanding to them: “The root of the problem is not all of your problems, but you.”
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)