From the category archives:
I’m so glad you’re here. February was a bitch this year and you’re a sight for sore eyes.
I love you because you always bring me liberation. The extra daylight you give is a much needed dose of anti-depressant and the knowledge that full-on spring is near helps me breathe easier. Passover falls within your days [...]
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I’ve been quiet here because things are noisy at home.
Two boys. ‘Tween and toddler. No school. Cold weather. I was overwhelmed at the thought of it before it began so I enlisted some help. A few hours of babysitting. An extra set of hands. A luxury to be sure. But one we allowed ourselves this [...]
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If you’ve reached this site and it doesn’t look right – it’s cause there are big changes going on. Please check back later to see the finished product and my apologies for any inconvenience.
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There’s a conversation a parent has with an adolescent. I know because it was had with me and I’ve now had it with The Older Boy. In a moment of sheer (pre-)teenage angst one looks around and thinks he/she sees everyone else having an easier time. Remember? Everyone else seemed to have more friends? [...]
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Hi.
Thanks for the great response to my announcement last week. I’m really excited to launch the website for PatchworkFolio next week (yikes – I’d better get that finished). For those of you who expressed an interest in having me design something for you or host your Wordpress site, feel free to contact me as soon [...]
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I like to post photos of my quilts when they’re finished but I fear this one may never get bound, so here goes.
Is it okay for me to say that I love this quilt?
I don’t know what possessed me to stipple so tiny (each loop is about dime-sized instead of my usual quarter- to half-dollar [...]
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Thank you for all of the birthday love. I'm overwhelmed.
It was a day like any other with a few special touches mixed in.
There was an unscheduled pediatrician visit and an ear infection and Saturday business to attend to: haircuts and visits from neighbors. I baked a cake (what's a birthday without cake) and we ordered in dinner and ate in our pajamas. There were no dishes to wash and no diapers to change (thank you Niall). The phone rang maybe fifteen times—old friends and relatives wishing me well.
And there were these.
I felt very loved.
And a I gave myself a gift.
It's a work in progress but I'm feeling ready to share it.
From now on, please visit me here.
I'm excited about the next chapter in my journal-keeping adventure and the places it might go.
If you want to come along for the ride (and I hope you do), you'll need to update your subscription or bookmark.
Thanks for visiting.
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The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.
—Anna Quindlen
When I was growing up, Anna Quindlen wrote a column in The New York Times called "Life in the 30’s" for The Living Section. My mother used to read it religiously. A collection from the column was published with the title "Living Out Loud" in 1990 and my mother gave it to me. It is one of those books that gains meaning to me with each passing year. Like a movie you watch a second and third time and still see and hear new things.
I gave up on trying to be perfect long ago and it was amazing.
Happy Friday y’all.
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Thanks, Arthene, for the fantastic link!
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