Breastfeeding: The Perfect Solution!
A poem by Kaitlyn Schrier, and a response of my own.
sometimes I wonder
if mary breastfed jesus
if she cried out when he bit her
or if she sobbed when he would not latch
A poem by Kaitlyn Schrier, and a response of my own.
sometimes I wonder
if mary breastfed jesus
if she cried out when he bit her
or if she sobbed when he would not latch
It’s easy to read these three verses as one long command, a kind of highway construction checklist: make a straight road, make it level, fill in the ruts, even out the grade—and if you do all these things, God’s glory will be revealed.
I am not someone who really needs to be encouraged to stay alert. I’m already too alert. I already fear the worst.
Daaaaaaaamn. That is rough stuff.
This passage from Amos is part of a lesson from the daily office for the first Sunday of Advent.
I’ve been drawing a lot recently. Drawing, not writing. And it freaks me out.
My son was diagnosed at his special optometrist appointment yesterday with convergence insufficiency. His eyes don’t work together well.
I love sugar, and I need to give it up. Doesn’t everyone say that?
A lot has happened since the last time I wrote a blog post. Well, a whole summer has happened, really, and it amazed me how difficult it was adjusting to a new camp or activity every week.
We took my son in for some evaluations, and it’s official: he has ADHD—the kind that makes him bounce around the room like a rubber ball. He’s always been high energy, so this isn’t a huge shock, but having it in black and white is a bit intimidating. He’s also apparently smarter than hell.
My son has been bullied all year. How terrible, right? My son has been accused of bullying two other kids in his grade. What kind of a terrible person is he?