Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
I had a bad attitude our morning in DC. We went to the National Cherry Blossom Festival April 4 only because Chris would be at sea the weekend of the full bloom. I expected rain; I expected crowds. I did not expect NO DANG CHERRY BLOSSOMS. I saw my heart reflected on the many, many…
Trinity Presbyterian Church was surrounded by blooming cherry trees Easter morning. So lovely. Chris won’t be here next Easter, so it was especially nice to celebrate together this year. I love Easter. Such joy, such hope! Church bells chimed and tolled while Isaac raced all over the backyard finding eggs. His favorite was up in…
Not a single dadgum flower. Not a single one. We left Norfolk behind this morning, and as I watched the fluffy pink cherry blossoms in our neighborhood blowing in the wind, I thought giddily of the beauty that awaited in Washington, D.C. Then we got stuck in holiday traffic for SIX HOURS—twice as long as…
Express from South Africa: a carved giraffe, lioness, African red bush tea, and a South African book about an elephant who saves the day in Kachoo! Thanks, Mom!! Isaac was so delighted with the book, he insisted on bringing it to the zoo with us. The weather was absolutely perfect. Completely ideal. I called to…
At the first signs of spring, Isaac and I made an agreement: when the pear tree in the backyard is covered in flowers, we’ll make a cake and have a party under the blossoms! And what’s a party without a guest of honor? Fortunately, Megan is having a baby AND a birthday! So Megan, Sara-Michelle,…
“We didn’t come last week,” a lady with lots of kids told me at church one Sunday before I had kids. “My husband was gone and sometimes it’s just easier, you know?” I nodded, thinking, “Well yeah, it’s always easier to NOT.” Fast forward some years and kids and it turns out she was understating…
Privacy settings: how public is too public? This is a subject I’ve been considering most of the time I’ve blogged. As a newspaper reporter, everything I wrote was public, as were my wherabouts—I was at the newspaper office every day. I had a work phone number to received compliments, questions, and angry rants, plus my…
