A no-buy Christmas.

I love Christmas. Every year, as we binge on leftover stuffing and pie, I start to get excited, complete with unstoppable grins and the I-can't-sleep jitters. The smells and the lights and the gatherings and the secrets---there's magic in the holidays. I was raised in an incredibly Catholic family. I attended 12 years of Catholic … Continue reading A no-buy Christmas.

Morning skies.

I am not a morning person. I am not a night person, either. I'd happily sleep from 11:00pm to 8:00am every single day. But I have children and ambitious dreams, so I rise early. Very early. This morning, I was up at 4:30, long before the birds and the children. Long before the sun. I … Continue reading Morning skies.

Squeezing the writing into my everyday.

A writer friend linked to this lovely and inspiring piece, by Michelle Aldredge, about the ways the constraints of life, particularly those of parenthood, are essential to creativity. (Robin, the writer friend who led me to Michelle's post, writes truly beautiful things herself.) I considered the spaces into which I squeeze my own writing. My … Continue reading Squeezing the writing into my everyday.

Anti-Consumerist Packrattery. Or: Too Much Stuff.

We moved our beds into our new apartment five weeks ago. That day was the mark, the date we titled "official," as if all our possessions and thoughts and emotions had fully left Gettysburg and comfortably settled in Silver Spring. We are anything but settled. Our house in Gettysburg is still stretched at the seams, … Continue reading Anti-Consumerist Packrattery. Or: Too Much Stuff.

A dilemma discovered while unpacking.

I love a neat space, one with minimal clutter and maximum organization. One with just enough photos and art to make it personal, but with an absence of excess that makes it both difficult to dust and a pain in the ass to move. I also love to make things. To knit, to crochet, to … Continue reading A dilemma discovered while unpacking.