Wordless: Heart
On the way up Wachusett Mountain, Princeton, Massachusetts, September 2015
Author: Charity
Weekly Walks 1 and 2
The past three autumns, I’ve said that the kids and I were going to hike the same stretch of trail every week for the whole year to watch how it changes. Despite my … Continue reading Weekly Walks 1 and 2
Re-Blog: Everything Possible: On the Fluidity of Humanity (sermon)
In this post on Awake and Witness, Karen Johnston offers a picture of how we can be there for one another, even when confronted with defiant reactions (either from others … Continue reading Re-Blog: Everything Possible: On the Fluidity of Humanity (sermon)
Wordless: Lightning Strike
Eagle Lake Wildlife Sanctuary, Holden, Massachusetts, September 2015
To Hell With Date Night
I have a confession: I hate Date Night. Seriously. Hate. I love my spouse, but really, Date Night is just too much pressure, especially because we live in such a … Continue reading To Hell With Date Night
Bookends: September 2015
We’ve had an oddly hot September here in southern New England, which seems to be confusing the trees. The maples in our yard are dropping their leaves without even changing colors. … Continue reading Bookends: September 2015
Wordless: Miracle
“Quick, Mom! Come out to the backyard! It’s a miracle!” said my six-year-old. September 2015
The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History by Elizabeth Kolbert
The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History by Elizabeth Kolbert My rating: 4 of 5 stars As a person susceptible to both anxiety and to pessimistic feelings about my species, I … Continue reading The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History by Elizabeth Kolbert
Bonus Photo Post: Grid
Getting artsy for the Weekly Photo Challenge. I kind of feel like I’m in a cage when I look at this photo. September 2015
Wordless: Garden
August 2015.
Guess Who
Me: Do you know who that statue is? 6yo: Oh! I know him! I’ll give you a hint. His first name starts with “Z” and his second name starts … Continue reading Guess Who
Morning Routine
My alarm vibrates at 5:30 a.m., working its way into my dream as a bug or a weird dance beat or something wrong with my car. I wake up long … Continue reading Morning Routine
Imperfect Happiness 