The other day I told my husband I had just checked out “Unbroken” because our friend Carolyn recommended it to me.

His response: “Yeah. You’ll like it. Remember? I told you that a year ago, when I read it?… I would tell you parts of the story and told you that I thought you’d like it?…”.

Me: “Uh. Yeah. Oops. Now that you mention it…that sort of rings a bell”.

Which reminded me of another similar conversation we’ve had more than once.

Me: I had counseling today and my counselor told me blah blah blah [insert private counseling information here] and it was SO INTERESTING and it might change the way I see myself in relationships FOREVER.

Him: Yeah. I told you that same thing three months ago.

Me: Oh. Yeah. Now that you mention it…


What I am Reading and Doing


Chicken’s first letter, written to Granny. This was entirely her own doing, and is extremely cute. Translation at the bottom.

Last month I had a loose goal to stay off screens in the evenings. Or something like that. See- I don’t even remember the exact goal, because that’s how seriously I took it. (Not at all).

My idea was to read more books. And I tried- I really did. But, honestly, finding good books that I looked forward to reading (instead of watching New Girl or reading blogs/fb) was hard.

I tried a few books that friends had recommended. I read about 50 pages of “Daring Greatly” and then had to return it to the library. And- honestly? I don’t know if I’ll go back and check it back out. Similar to “Quiet“, I feel like I read my 50 pages and got the gist of it. I know that really doesn’t give credit to the book in its’ entirety. But when I read “Quiet”, I feel like I learned the main point in the first little stretch, then relearned it again in different ways until the end. My thought with “Daring Greatly” is- did I already learn the main point in the first 50 pages? That vulnerability is a seemingly counterintuitive good thing? Great! I agree! And I’m not sure I need to read the rest of the book to be even more convinced. Hence, book abandoned at 50 pages.

I also picked up “Quotidian Mysteries” again. A friend gave me this book when Chicken was a baby and I marked it up, underlining and starring so many portions. (Then I gave that copy away, which I have regretted ever since. Mostly because the newer copy I just purchased has a horrible cover. And I wish I could see all the underlining I did the first time I read this, with my first little baby in tow. Boo.) Returning to this short book (really a lecture that Kathleen Norris gave once, in print form) has been great. One of those that I read and keep thinking “hmm…yes!”.

So, now that I have complained about two bestselling books that have changed people’s entire lives for the better- any book suggestions for me?

(And I’ll give you a big old eye roll if you think I can muster enthusiasm for the classics or something like that, at the end of the day. That is just not where I am these days. Minimal brain power required, please.)

Moving on:

Here is something I read today, and I liked it. My husband and I had this sort of conversation a few times around the topic of brain surgery and the emotions that came with that. How much of those emotions (namely sadness or fear) do we show to the kids, and how much do we try to keep hidden, to deal with in private? We didn’t want to alarm our kids, and certainly we set a strong tone for how everyone is going to feel about the hospital visits and tests. But I don’t like the idea of being stoic and brave all the time, either. Because a) that’s wildly inauthentic at times and b) it’s okay for our kids to see us sad or worried, and see how we handle that. (Right? Where’s the “How to Walk Your Family Through Brain Surgery” handbook?). Anyway. I thought this post about arguing was good food for thought in terms of what we show and do not show our kids.

Lastly, I read this a few weeks ago and have been on the oil-pulling train ever since. This should come as no surprise, given that I also tried washing my face with oil (success! Still doing it!) and going shampoo-free (abandoned long ago) and going antiperspirant-free (please let’s never talk about that again. It makes my armpits hurt, just thinking about it).

I hope you have a good time and I hope that you come back someday.

That is how I feel about you, reader.

Vulnerability Blehhhhh

I am going to a work conference tomorrow and it is recommended that participants do a writing assignment before attending. I won’t go into the the writing assignment (or the conference) much, but I will say that it involves recalling early (difficult) memories and writing about one in detail.



Concurrently, here’s what I am reading- Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead.

After hearing much positive chatter about this book for the past year and watching a TED talk by the author, I checked it out from our local library.

Side note: how much would my mom have LOVED this book? I bet she would have bought all of us kids copies for Christmas, even before she finished reading it herself. Alongside Boundaries, of course. So we could have vulnerability with the appropriate boundaries.

So that’s on my agenda for the night. Wading into a childhood memory to see what I can learn about myself, while I notice that I’d much prefer to browse facebook for 45 minutes. You know- catch up on those friends I haven’t spoken to in 15+ years.

Some call this avoidance.

I might read about vulnerability and be all for it, but only FOR PEOPLE OTHER THAN MYSELF.

On a different note, I went to the Young Life banquet in Loudoun this weekend. I have a steady love for this ministry, even though it has its flaws. This was up in the foyer, which made me happy. The picture is my mom with her oldest grandchild. There are ten grandkids now- quite a crew.