When Your Hair Isn’t Safe (aka Daddy, Build the Dollhouse)
It has just been one of those days. I don’t know why they hit out of nowhere, or why it seemed today to hit every female at Feodora, but I think I have changed my clothes about 10 times today … Read More
Tramp Stamps, Scars and Bunyan
When I was in high school, there were 2 solidly unfortunate trends that coincided in a most unattractive way: low rise jeans and tramp stamps. You may be such a classy person (I would expect nothing less of my readership) … Read More
Bug Bagels: a Reformation Day Word
No one in their right mind makes bagels from scratch. Now that we have gotten that out of the way… So there I was, mixing up the sponge for my first attempt at poppyseed bagels last Saturday, because what could … Read More
Butter and Rest: the One You Have Been Waiting For
This is the last Sabbath breakfast post of October, so I suppose we have eased into autumn slowly enough… time for a pumpkin recipe. Back in the day, we used to summon my Glamorous (and highly quotable) Friend from her … Read More
When In Doubt, Put on the Mustache
It is not too late. By the time this is published, we will be withing spitting distance of Reformation Sunday and it is not too late for you to fling yourself headlong into celebration of the incredible kindness of God … Read More
When Your World Needs to Explode
It all started with me getting excited about a bowl of oatmeal. Not gonna lie (I never lie to you, reader, you should know that by now), I find this embarrassing on a number of levels, not the least of … Read More
My “I Love Lucy” Game Face
Once a month, the men at church gather on a Sunday evening to sing and study and fellowship. I am all for this. Yet it must be admitted that we are creatures of habit and pattern and to have Sunday … Read More
When the Crick Don’t Rise
The weekend was blessed with rain, after an unusual streak of many dry and sunny months. Seattle was about to lose its tourism attraction and the anxiety over the risk of becoming just like every other liberal, crime-infested, climate-obsessed mecca … Read More
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes… That’s How You Know Lunch Is Done
This is atypical. Moms may get sick last, but we are not supposed to get sick longest. I swear it is in the handbook, right after that bit about no longer being obligated to eat the oatmeal you make everyone … Read More
Butter and Rest: Cranberries, as Promised
Want to know another fantastic thing about cranberries (assuming you are all caught up on recent posts and don’t need me to spin another sonnet in admiration of cranberries. Save both of us the time and hop to the archives)? … Read More