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It’s official: I’m no longer working. Or, in church lingo, I no longer have a call. As of September 1, I am a stay at home parent. Given that in this same week, Zora also started kindergarten, and, without the commute, I finally feel like I am living in the new neighborhood, it feels like [...]
I find this meditation on the whole “spiritual but not religious” thing by Lillian Daniels to be true, but also a bit harsh. (And, I would like to add as a disclaimer that Rev. Daniels serves a church not too far from me, so partly just in case I ever run into her: from everything [...]
Late last fall, I told my current congregation that I would be leaving at the end of August. Erik and I had decided that we could handle 2 kids and 2 jobs, but not if one of those jobs involved a long commute (that would be Erik’s job with its close to three hours of [...]
Abram is six months old today. He and I celebrated this morning by…going out to a cafe where he was supposed to take a nap and I was supposed to write a sermon. Instead, he rolled around on the floor by my feet while I got partway through the writing. This (and a pastor-friend’s comment [...]
We are in an extended transition around here. In June, we moved back to the city. But I am still working in the suburbs (the far, far, far west suburbs) until the end of August. During a “normal” week, this means I get one day to work at home, three weekdays to commute with the [...]
Dear Zora and Abram, Last night, the US military killed Osama bin Laden. I imagine that some day you will read about this in a school history class. Maybe it will be a big day that gets its own paragraph. But maybe it will simply be a footnote to September 11, 2001. This morning, though, [...]
He’s a month old. Can you believe it? All things considered, our little family is adjusting well (although, this photo might be slightly more idyllic than reality!).
Zora is off to California tomorrow with Grandma and Grandpa. I’m in charge of packing, or so I thought. After dropping her off at preschool, I discovered that she began packing last night. So what does a 4 year old pack for a weekend trip to see her Great Grandfather in Los Angeles? Stuffed animals [...]