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November 16, 2014

IMG_3303It’s November.

The past two or three years (or however long I’ve been here), I have attempted to post every single day in November about things I am thankful.  It’s been a good reminder to me to spend my time showing gratitude and it’s kept my heart a bit lighter.  Knowing I will need to be publicly thankful for something at the end of the day made me be sure to find at least one thing to be thankful for (and you know, no matter what your life’s situation is, somedays that is hard).

This year, I am midway through November and I have yet to be publicly thankful once.  I am realizing it’s not just me.  In years past, my Facebook feed would be full of November thankful.  It seems like I am not the only one who has not taken the time to write down my thankfuls.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I haven’t been thankful this month.  My list on my fridge is growing by the day.  The words and energy to write though have eluded me.  Today, there is nothing stopping me.  It’s Sunday.  I have pot of tea made and I am cozy wearing my alma mater sweatshirt and sitting in my adequately heated (and insulated) house.

DSC_4862I have so much to be thankful for this year.  Mostly, I am thankful for my family.  This fall has been a bit of a transition.  From not working outside the house at all to working fall time has been a leap for all of us.  I am thankful beyond words for Curtis.  Curtis has adjusted his schedule to take John to his doctor’s appointments for his broken arm (oh, yes, another broken arm happened this fall) and do Madeleine’s soccer carpools.  He’s played lead parent at school, showing up for events I used to, volunteering for things, and learning to know some other school parents.  He’s encouraged me to go shopping, to update my not-have-to-leave-the-house -more-than-twice-a-week wardrobe, applauding me when I spend more money than I am comfortable with (which, for the record, isn’t a lot…I don’t like spending money.  period.).  In the evenings, Curtis has put up with my hours of school work I do, some of which renders me relatively uncommunicative because I kinda need to think when I’m grading kids’ writings.  On the weekends, he’s transitioned from the slower, lazy weekends of the past to the slightly harried errand filled Saturdays (a family’s got to eat!).  Curtis has supported me in every imaginable way possible, from taking more responsibilities around the house to listening to my overwhelmed, tear-filled occasional breakdowns.  I am so thankful to have had Curtis by my side this fall, being my greatest cheerleader and my greatest support.

DSC_4677I am thankful for my kids as well.   Madeleine, especially, has been very vocal in not being thrilled with the changes in our family’s routine.  Yet, she and the boys have rolled with it.  She and John have become more responsible, completing homework first–perched in corners of my classroom after school–before asking for some computer time before we leave school.  They know it’s their job to unload the dishwasher and they generally do it– in fact, they’ve got quite a system worked out.  Their schedule has been turned upside down–I no longer bring them lunches at school or go on their field trips, but Isaac gets to give me hug everyday when I pass him in the hall after his lunch.  He’s adapted to his after school care beautifully, and I am thankful for his outgoing, social personality that makes that transition so easy for him.

I am thankful for my job.  It happened so fast and it took awhile for me to get used to the idea of going to work every day.  The curriculum has changed a bit (understatement!!!) in the past eight years I was out.  My teammates are beyond wonderful.  They’ve accepted me and made me feel welcomed.  They answer my constant barrage of questions with more patience than I think I have.  They put up with my mistakes and my general cluelessness.  They help me plan my lessons and negotiate through all the new software I am using.  They answer my 6 am texts when I wake up sick and have no idea what the procedures are for calling in sick.  On top of all that, they’re fun, they make me laugh, and I love eating lunch with them every single work day.  I can’t imagine working with a better team.

I am thankful for my kids’ teachers as well.  Every single one of them is fabulous this year.  My middle child, who hated school last year, is thriving this year thanks to his classroom teacher and his reading teacher, finally getting the reading support he needs. My oldest and youngest both have wonderful teachers who love teaching and children and appreciate my kids for the unique people they are.

I am thankful for my friends.  They’ve let me drop off the face of the earth because sometimes I. just.couldn’t.  They went out with me when I told them the crazy idea that I may teach again this fall.  They’ve let me be tired and grumpy and not very talkative sometimes.  They check in with me.  They listen to my teacher stories, which I know really aren’t interesting to many people beyond the teachers that know the kids.  They’ve been there when I’ve been ready to reemerge.  They are patient for me to return their texts until my planning time.  They haven’t let me disappear into the working world.DSC_4715

I am thankful for October and November in Texas, for weather reports being wrong, for cold, rainy days, for perfect camping weekends, and for the chance to be in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia in October to see the leaves in their fall splendor.  IMG_3398

Although I may not post every day what I am thankful for, I am still thankful.  My list could go on and on, especially on this dreary cold Sunday afternoon, that John has warmed by lighting candles for me.  The butternut squash is simmering on the stove and we are eating soup again this night.  I think I may even get to bake and I may just take a break from lesson plans to ice those salted caramel pumpkin cupcakes I am dreaming of making.

Dropping in to Say Hi

October 28, 2014

IMG_3413My friends, I miss you.  I really do.  It’s been all of September and most of October since you’ve heard from me.  Thank you to those who periodically check in on my over here at this blog.  I check it everyone in awhile, because I miss it.  There in the top dashboard/tool bar, it tells me.  About once a week or so, someone checks in on me.  Maybe to see if I’m still here or maybe it’s to see if I published something without publicizing it on Facebook.  I haven’t though.  I’ve been silent.

This self-imposed silence has been for a good reason.  Really.

Instead of writing, I’ve been teaching fourth graders to write.  I’ve convinced a few hesitant writers, who were known to put their heads on their desks and cry at the beginning of the year because they just couldn’t write, to write eagerly.  I’ve encouraged masterful writers, who take one suggestion and run with it, to write more beautifully–better than I could at fourth grade (and probably more descriptively than I even can now).  In the evenings, in my spare time, I am reading children’s writing instead of doing my own.  It’s made me happy.

This road to teaching is a story to tell.  One of these days (winter break?) I’ll get to it.  The short story is that when God starts opening doors, I’ve learned it’s smartest to just walk on through them, even though I have no idea how things will work out.  The long story is, well, longer.

I just wanted to check in with y’all and let you know I haven’t gone away forever.  I have intentions of being back.  I have stories to tell and saints (Grandma’s) to remember.  I have thoughts on juggling it all.  I’ve read a couple of books even and have managed to eat out a little bit (thanks to two days worth of training).

With that I am off.  Supper (a Thai beef curry) is simmering on the stove for supper and I need to clean up a little around this kitchen before it’s supper time.  In my laptop bag (I have a laptop now!!!  And a work e-mail address!!! Craziness!!!), I have descriptive writing on a character and matter foldables to grade.  These moments of silence are fleeting,

It’s all good here though.  My 8 years worth of work at home has been worth it.  Reading Benedict the past six months have reminded to approach this new venture with humility.  I remember, as often as I can, that I was not brought to where I am to be ignored. I trust the God that has brought this change to my life will continue to be present with me.  IMG_3410

What I Was Up to this Month-August Edition

August 30, 2014

August firmly planted us back in Austin.  We prolonged summer as long as possible and then dove into the new school year.


Someone had a birthday!  I made the cake–Julia Child’s Queen of Sheba cake.  It’s the perfect size for our family and one of our favorites.



My cousin came to visit for not quite a week.  We did some very “Austin” things, like watch the Mexican Freetail Bats emerge, right across the lake from downtown.  It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen the bats emerge–it’s awe-inspiring and breathtaking every time.



Someone did her first ever triathlon.  She chose not to train and still had a great time.  We’ll see if she ever decides to do another one.  We were super proud of her and her 47th place finish!


We fit in a short weekend at the lake with friends.  It was worth every minute of the four hour drive in the car whose air conditioning chose to go the day we left (nothing like driving without ac when it’s 100 degrees out).  DSC_4528

Oh yes, that’s me tubing for the first time ever.  Forty isn’t too old to try things for the first time.  I loved it, but was sore for a couple of days.
DSC_4634And then…school started.  Off we went, all on our bikes.  I used the bike trailer just the first morning to lug the grocery bags full of school supplies.  Biking to school makes me (and the boys) happy.


It was an unusual month in that every single book I read I rated five stars on Goodreads.  Crazy good reading luck this month.

The Rule of Benedict:  A Spirituality for the 21st Century by Joan Chittister.  I’ve been reading this book since the beginning of May and will finish it on August 31.  Chittister uses St. Benedicts rule which was written 1500 years ago as the basis for four months of daily readings and reflections.  This has been a life changing book (more on that next time).  I loved it so much, I convinced Curtis to read it.  I found the reflections on humility particularly difficult (I can’t imagine why).  I will be starting this book again on Sept 1.

Walking Home:  A Poet’s Journey by Simon Armitage.  I enjoyed this book.  Armitage wrote about his decision and consequential walk on the Pennine Way, a 265 mile route connecting Scotland and England.  Armitage’s humor kept me interested in the book and I loved his descriptions.  I actually read this book at the beginning of July and forgot to add to July’s book list.

The House Girl by Tara Conklin.  This was our book club pick for the month.  I found the book quite enjoyable and thought about it for several days afterwards.  The story jumps between the story of a slave woman who wanted to escape and the lawyer who was contemplating her own future paths.

A Red Herring Without Mustard by Alan Bradley.  This the third book in the Flavia de Luce series.  I liked this book more than the previous one and I remain a Falvia de Luce fan.

The Wives of Los Alamos by TaraShea Nesbit.  I never imagined I would like this book, even after I started it.  The voice is strange–I’ve never read a book written in first person plural before (a collective we).  I found it difficult to read at first because of the lack of an identifiable main character, however as I got used to the book’s format, I found the story intriguing.  I had never given much thought to the wives of the men who developed The Bomb.

Why Did Jesus, Moses, the Buddha, and Mohammed Cross the Road:  Christian Identity in a Multi-Faith World by Brian McLaren.  I must admit, it’s kinda boring to write about all the books I liked this month.  I start feeling like a broken record.  This was a thought provoking book which encouraged me to think about how I share my faith (and what “kind” of Christian I am) in a different way.


I made up for lost summer eating out in about 2 weeks time.

Eastside King Hole in the Wall…yum.  I love Eastside King.  Hole in the wall has a similar trailer to their food truck, with the addition of ramen.  BTW, one of Eastside King’s food trailers was named one of the top ten new restaurants in the US last year.  Oh yeah.  I believe it.

Yeti Frozen Custard.  As far as frozen custard goes, this was fair to middlin’.  As far as the dessert I ordered went, it was fabulous!  I am picky about my frozen custard.  Frozen custard should me more than just soft serve ice cream.  Froze custard should have a rich, eggy taste and be smooth (not gritty or full of ice crystals).  The consistency of this was fine, but the taste was bland.  However, I ordered something special that with chocolate custard–chocolate custard plus Reese’s peanut butter cups, caramel sauce, pretzels and whipped cream.  That was mighty tasty.

Sway.  Favorite restaurant find of the month.  We went here for one of our two dates of the entire summer and it was worth being one of the dates.  Yummy, yummy Thai fusion food.  We got the tom kun soup and the stir fry with pears and brussels sprouts.  Fabulous!

IMG_3214Stanley’s Farmhouse Pizza.  Normally, Curtis and I only really celebrate each other’s birthdays on years that are multiple of tens.  This year though, I was feeling like celebrating.  We drove out in the edge of the hill country to a ranch to eat pizza (also the home of Jester King Brewery).   Three other families joined us.  Our eleven crazy kids ran around, played in sand, and busted rocks while we enjoyed wonderful wood fire pizza and beer (and lemonade for those of  us driving).  Not often do I name things perfect.  This was perfect.  Good food, good friends.

drink.well.  This had the good friends part going for it.  That’s about it.  Food was definitely meh.  It was an mid-range (cost wise) restaurant where you ordered at the bar, which was a bit strange.  Won’t be going back or recommending this popular North Central place.

Dang Bahn Mi.  Another yum.  Very rarely can I go wrong with Asian food, in particular bahn mi sandwiches or ramen.  This order at the counter place opened in mid July up on the North part of town.  I had several incredibly busy days with no appetite, so this seemed like a good option.  The vegetables on their sandwiches were incredible.  And their Vietnamese ice coffee….see the picture below.  This happened then I poured it over ice I served myself.


plus Ramen Tatsu-yaRoyer’s Pie Haven, and The Noble Pig again.  Still love all three of those places.  I’ve probably gotten 4 things off of Noble Pig’s small menu and have loved every one of them.  This time it was the curried egg salad sandwich.  Yum.  Tatsu-ya and Royer’s never disappoint me either (all though I wish the crusts at Royer’s had more flavor and not so much of the bland vegetable shortening taste).


Everything Else

We watched some movies, most of which I can’t remember.  My twenty year old cousin came into town so we had 80’s movies education nights.  We started with Weekend at Bernie’s (which I think the parts are funnier than the whole).  We also watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off which was just as delightful now as it was twenty to thirty years (!!!) ago.  Curtis and I watched Her, which I think I liked.  At the very least it was thought provoking.  We tried to watched Anchorman 2, but were unsuccessful–it just wasn’t funny.  Our kids watched all four of the Spy Kids movies, which they loved, but I thought were nothing fabulous.  I listened to Gungor’s Ghosts Upon the Earth a lot–it’s my stress music.

That’s it.  It was chockfull.

Almost the End and Prayers for Beginnings

August 20, 2014


Summer is quickly coming to an end here in Texas land.  We are on the slow side of starting school this year–for the past week I’ve been watching the wonderful back to school pictures of kids on Facebook (usually on Monday or Tuesdays).  Our turn is coming.  Monday it begins.

I’m working on getting in the school mood, but to be honest, I am really in no hurry whatsoever.  Last year’s school year wasn’t an easy one–especially for my middlest.  I must admit, I bribed my boy to attend school last spring–more or less a dollar day (to buy the computer version of Minecraft) for each day he went to school without a fight.

You can see why I may not be looking forward to school.

Starting a school year is a bit different for kids who are different learners.  Soon after winter break last year, we realized my middlest wasn’t progressing like he should in reading.  Despite extra help at home, at school, and after school, his reading skills weren’t developing like regular readers.  We waded through the evaluation process and spent a lot of time waiting.  Then we waited some more.  Then summer started and we practiced waiting some more.

One week ago, I received a phone call from the school.  The evaluation results were back–my middlest is dyslexic.  His brain processes reading differently than normal readers–his struggles last year had nothing to do with intelligence (the report even told us that), but from having a similar brain to Einstein and Spielberg.

Those words only go but so far with a 7 year old who has thought for the past nine months that he was stupid.  For him, school is a reminder he is not smart, even though all of us knew all along that he is plenty smart.  He doesn’t feel smart.

Summer has been bliss for him.  We’ve been reading to him–he loves books, finishing the Gregor the Overlander series and listening to four long chapter books (3 Newbery Medal winners) on our road trip.  He reads to us some, but we haven’t pushed him.  He reads the books I’ve leveled (found the corresponding DRA level so I can be sure he’s successful while reading), he reads road signs and bumper stickers, and the other print that occurs around him (like the texts I send).  We tried to use the summer to nurture his self-esteem that was pummeled last year.

I take deep breaths while I think about the upcoming school year.

My middlest had a great teacher last year.  Our problem isn’t with teachers.  We loved our teachers.  No matter how good a teacher is though, a child notices when he isn’t reading as well as his friends are.  

It’s hard for me to be excited.  I’m working on it though, because I have two others going to school this year as well.  I’m trying not to worry about them either.  I’m mostly successful.  Mostly.

I can’t promise my middlest everything is going to be ok this year at school.  I wish I could.  My oldest I can confidently tell that fourth grade is going to be just fine.  I believe it too–school is easy for her and she has proven she will be ok.  But my middlest?  The best I can tell him is that I have his back.  I can tell him that we are going to do absolutely everything we can to make the school year better this year.  We’ve talked about dyslexia.  We’ve talked about how smart he is, how his brain is similar to super smart people’s.  He’s starting to believe it too–after watching Spy Kids, he told me there were smart kids in the movie, just like him.  It made my heart dance.  We’ve talked about having a team of people behind him to help him break the mysterious code that is reading.  DSC_4100

That walk through the doors of the school next Monday will be a work of faith.  Prayers are surrounding my children as they start this school year–let them be intact when they leave the year.  Let my youngest with a speech delay feel accepted in his kindergarten classroom.  Let him be confident and love learning.  Let him be himself.  Let my oldest be kind as she enters fourth grade, when girls especially start being not so kind.  Let her reach out to the kid who feels left out.  Let all children feel like they are her friend.  Let her be herself and not bend to be the person she thinks her friends want her to be.

And for my middlest…..Let him be surrounded with love this year.  Let him come home from school with his head held high instead of bowed low in shame.  Let him know he is smart.  Let him find ways to use his incredible gifts.  Let him continue to be kind to everyone, no matter what.  Let his weaknesses make him more compassionate.

No matter how old my kids seem to be, the start of the year is hard for me.  I am a worrier and have a collection of experiences that have justified my worry.  For my oldest, it’s easier, but for my two with unique challenges who don’t fit the “normal” learner definition I worry, like I suspect all mamas out there with kids who have extra challenges worry.

If you are one of those worrying mamas, know that you are not worrying alone.  It’s ok if you are terrified that school is starting and you want the lower stress of summer to continue.  It’s ok if you would rather keep your loves safe in your house when they know they are enough, rather than sending them to school when they have to fight to feel like they are intelligent.  It’s ok.  There are others of us with you, wondering how we are going to make it through another school, wondering if we really can.

Why I Don’t Like Trader Joes or A Continuation of Food Journey Part II

August 13, 2014

DSC_3968Somewhere in my local, organic eating, my food choices turned into an issue of my faith.  Bear with me today.

My faith journey veered in a slightly different direction after I moved to Austin some 17 years ago.  Somehow, I became aware of the contemplative movement–meditation, guided prayer, silence, and the teachings of monks (nuns) and mystics.  No doubt this coincided with Oprah telling us all to be present in the moment as well.  It stuck though.  I try to live in faith, to not move so fast, to give thanks for all that I see around me, and to live out the first instruction God gave humans in the creation story–Take care of the earth.  While a large part of my food choices emerged from what food tastes the best and what is the best for our bodies (extra antibiotics that encourage strains of antibiotic resistant infections?  No thanks), over time, I found myself unable to go back to the way things were because of my desire to love God and love others.

Along the way in the Christian church story, the role of Christians emerged as conquerers.  We were victorious over death in Jesus’s resurrection and somehow, we were also to be victorious over non-Christians, the earth, and the sinful bodies we were given.  The instructions in Genesis to “till and keep” the earth meant we could do anything we wanted to the earth because it was ours.  We had nothing to fear so we could do whatever we wanted to the earth to become prosperous in the name of Jesus.

In the US, the farm bills, the big agriculture and food lobbyists insist that faster is better–crops grown faster, chickens raised to maturity faster, food prepared faster.  In return, we cease taking care of the earth, thinking it is ours to use up and until it is all used up, hoping technology will help us grow food when the land won’t support us any more.

It’s an issue of faith for me.

In Getting Involved with God:  Rediscovering the Old Testament, Ellen Davis says the following about the Genesis 2:15 instructions to till (‘avad) and keep (shamar):

The first reorienting idea, stemming from the verb ‘avad is that the land is something we may be expected to serve.  Typically we think of fertile soil as a  “natural resource.” But the Bible has chosen a verb which implies that we are to see ourselves in a relation of subordination to the land on which we live….The needs of the land take clear precedence over our own immediate preferences, as the master’s requirements override a servant’s desires.  (p. 193).

The vision of people living in permanent committed relationship with nature, a relationship of dependence on and responsiblity to the fertile soil, is what animates the agrarian movement….Consciously or not, the agrarians are bringing us a message that is genuinely prophetic-that is, it accords with what we may understand from the Bible about the function of prophecy…First, what agrarians tells us about how we stand in relation to the fertile earth confirms on all essential points to the picture set forth in scripture.  Serving and protecting the land, observing its natural limits, and protecting it from violation–all these are the basic operating principles of modern agrarianism….Second, the agrarian movement qualifies as prophetic because, like the biblical prophets, agrarians are issuing a fundamental challenge to power.  They expose the self-serving “wisdom” promoted my the multinational conglomerates that control the vast majority of food production and processing in this country. (pg.196-197)

Barbara Kingsolver in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle first brought this dichotomy between using the earth and taking care of the earth to light.  When she decided her family would eat IMG_2914locally for a year, I was enthralled.   Could I do it to?  I couldn’t (see Part I of my Trader Joe’s saga).   As I read more, I found myself drawn into the the responsibility that Genesis places on us.  As Davis states, in the original Hebrew, we are not called to pillage the earth.  Instead, the original Hebrew suggests that we are to serve the land.  Jesus says the same thing, calling us to be good stewards (managers) of all that has been given us–the point of being a steward not to get the most possible out of the powerless, but to respect and nurture those (and those things) we are relationship with.  The love Jesus calls us to can extend to our treatment to the land as well.  The love can extend to our future generations, creating rich, fertile soil for those who will need to eat in the generations after us, not leaving them at the mercy of technology and land that has been expended.

On my table for daily reading is Joan Chittister’s book, The Rule of Benedict:  A Spirituality for the 21st Century.  While there is seemingly little connection between the Rule of Benedict and food/faith, there connections are rich.  Benedictines speak frequently of doing intentionality–recognizing that every thing we do is a choice and has positive or negative consequences.  Benedict’s Rule calls us to make choices that reflect God and loving others.  We don’t exist in a vacuum and the food choices we make have consequences as well.  While I often, I think that I am just one consumer, I don’t need to worry about my own choice, the Rule of Benedict reminds me that my choices impact those around me and enough individuals can make up a large whole.

When I choose to buy my food (and produce in particular) at Trader Joe’s, I am choosing to support the draining of natural resources–through transporting the produce here from California while there is better tasting, fresher (and even less expensive) sometimes produce that was grown in my area.  I do buy produce sometimes at HEB and Whole Foods.  When I make the choice about which produce to buy, I first reach for those things that were grown in Texas.  I know that does not guarantee that the fruits and vegetables were grown sustainably.  I do know that less gas was used in transporting the food.  Most of our produce is grown here in town, through our CSA.  I know the farmer who grows our food–I have made numerous trips to the farm and have talked with the farmer and know he is committed to serving the earth, growing not just food but also soil.

I won’t be buying produce at Trader Joe’s, who stocks no locally grown produce.  My choice does matter, and it is a choice that I feel compelled by faith to make.


What I Was Up to this Month–July 2014

August 5, 2014

We traveled for over three weeks in July–it is becoming an annual occurrence I think I could get used to.  While last year we covered a large swath of the US, this year we only headed East.  However, I found more places to add to my ever growing list of places I love and will dream of returning to.

Before I send us traveling on though,  I can’t go without mentioning the annual neighborhood Fourth of July parade and pool party.

IMG_2846The littlest is decked out in all the 4th of July accessories he could find.

IMG_2792The oldest left for the East Coast a week before the rest of us.  Her brother was sad to see her go.  I had a bit of anxiety as well (as did she), but everything went just fine!

DSC_3918Swimming at Lake Catherine State Park in Arkansas.  We stayed in campgrounds this trip instead of hotels and it was absolutely.wonderful.

DSC_1314My brother and his fiancé took M to a safari park.  Pure bliss for my animal lover.

DSC_4002Because this is how croquet is supposed to be played.

IMG_0060Someone in New Jersey had a sense of humor.  We were stuck in traffic on the way to the shore.  This was our entertainment.



Cape May Lighthouse–evening walk home.

DSC_4249My boy has discovered the joy of photobombing.  I love this picture.

IMG_3099Cloudland Canyon State Park in Georgia.  Creek time is good for weary travelers.

DSC_4322…so is staying in yurts!  I love yurts!



The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.  This was our book club pick this month.  I missed book club since we were gone over 2/3 of the month, but I read the book.  I had read Little Friend by Tartt years and years ago for another book club (I think), so I was wary going into it.  I loved this book though.  It was sad and depressing and a train wreck at times, but I found myself thinking about it over and over.  I kept trying to sneak stories from it into conversations (but managed to stop myself).  It’s a long, long book and a lot of people don’t like it.  I liked it and would recommend it.

How the Irish Saved Civilization by Thomas Cahill.  I noticed one of my neighborhood (swim team) friends reading this at the practice.  It caught my attention, mostly because of the evening prayers from Celtic Daily Prayer from the Northumbrian Community that I say with Madeleine every day.  I loved this book.  I learned so much about the fall of Roman civilization and the crucial role the Irish played in preserving Western civilization through their love of words and manuscripts.  At one point, Cahill says the church would have done well to incorporate some of the traditions of Celtic Christianity instead of squashing them, such as the end of slavery (the first culture to do so) and allowing women to not only lead churches but be bishops as well.  I couldn’t agree with him more.

The Light Between the Oceans by M.L. Stedman.  I was kinda lukewarm on this book.  I didn’t love and I didn’t hate it.  It was one of those books that halfway through I was thinking, “this can’t end well.”  I must say though, the book ended better than I envisioned it ending.  It was well written and a much lighter read after the Cahill and The Goldfinch.

That’s it.  There may have been one more book I read earlier in the month, but I just can’t remember what it was.  In my defense, I was on vacation with three kids and The Goldfinch was a mighty long book.  Next month friends.


On our trip to Virginia, we would stop daily for ice cream.  I was excited to find a cute little neighborhood in Nashville where we got ice cream.  The ice cream was ok, but the neighborhood was fabulous and quickly turned Nashville into a city I would like to spend more time in.

I ate doughnuts.  What can I say?  I was on vacation.  Favorites were from Fox’s Pizza/The Baker’s Dozen in Harrisonburg, Virginia.  Their boston creme doughnuts are pure perfection.  They really couldn’t be better.  My dad picked us up doughnuts from Dot’s in Ocean City as well (however, I learned post trip that there is another Ocean City establishment I need to tell my dad about in two years for another doughnut experience).

I ate at one of my favorite Harrisonburg restaurants with Madeleine–Bowl of Good.  Yum.  I also got food from Sheetz and Wawa–convenience store food doesn’t get any better than either of these places.  Why haven’t they expanded to Texas yet?  Other than the excellent food we had our family meals at the beach houses in Cape May (homemade bagels, homemade tiered s’mores cake, homemade fried chicken, fresh fish, homemade klobasneks–aka sausage kolaches, and pork barbecue to name a few), my favorite food in Cape May was a little shop called Bliss where I had an incredible affogato (espresso with homemade vanilla ice cream).  I also had a Philly cheesesteak in Philadelphia, however it wasn’t from the “right” place, but from the Philadelphia Zoo.  It was still awfully good.  We also stopped for bathrooms/snacks at Savage’s Bakery in Birmingham, Alabama which was wonderful and at a bistro/espresso bar in Athens, TX that was also an antique store (with strict instructions on the door that all children’s hands must be held).  The atmosphere at the Athens bistro was fabulous, but that’s about all I can say about it.

Phew.  I cooked a little–fresh summer vegetable meals such as Ottolenghi’s tabbouleh and a kale salad from Food and Wine using kale from my parents’ garden.


You don’t really want to know.  I listened to four books on CD’s–all kid appropriate and three of them Newbery Medal winners–The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate (which paired perfectly with our trip to the zoo), Maniac McGee by Jerry Spinelli which inspired us to try TastyKake’s Butterscotch Krimpets, Danny, Champion of the World by Roald Dahl (my favorite Roald Dahl book), and Holes by Louis Sacchar.  We also listened to Veggie Tales Silly Songs one too many times.  My nine year old still loves them and I must admit, the first couple of times we listened to it, I laughed.  I bought a Billy Bragg album to listen to.  However, I listened to way too much that kept my kids happy and not nearly enough of my choices.  I guess that kept me happy in the long run.

I watched World Cup soccer on TV and that was absolutely it.  Sad.  I know.  We watched The Lunchbox way back in the beginning of  July and both Curtis and I enjoyed it (although we had a hard time getting the English subtitles to show up).


Linking up at the last minute with Leigh Kramer’s What I’m Into

Why I’m Not a Trader Joe’s Fan or A Continuation of a Food Journey Part I

July 7, 2014


I am prepared for this to be a rather controversial post.

Trader Joe’s is somewhat revered in urban middle class settings.  Cheap food, mostly of the same brand, of decent prepackaged quality draw in the masses.  Here in ATX, Trader Joe’s finally broke into a market dominated by Whole Foods and HEB/Central Market (a Texas brand grocery and high-end grocery store) last fall opening one store on the other side of town.  In the past month, they opened their second store within a couple of miles of our house.  Being the lover of food that I am, I had to check it out (on the opening day of course).

I won’t be going back frequently.


I am lover of all things Barbara Kingsolver.  I started reading her books back in the 1990’s, when she wrote primarily about the Southwest and Central America.   After traveling in Central America, I found myself drawn to her books.  I read the Poisonwood Bible along with every other Oprah watching woman who liked to read but preferred Prodigal Summer because of its setting in the Appalachian Mountains.  I naturally picked up Animal, Vegetable, Miracle because it took place in town I’d driven through on interstate more than once.

If you haven’t read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, let me give a very brief synopsis.  The book is a mix of memoir and nonfiction writing on the ecosystem and gardening.  Kingsolver packed up her family living in the dessert of Arizona, where they relied on others (in California, etc) for all their food to move to a place where they could produce all their own foods.  She desired to move from a consumer lifestyle to a producer lifestyle, living off their own land.  The family decided to only buy food products they couldn’t produce themselves locally for a year.  They did give themselves each one guilty pleasure–coffee for one of them, dried fruit for another.  The book combines chapters on their experiences being “farmers” (the turkey chapter being one of the most humorous and educational) with information on sustainable living–living in a way that our earth can handle for years on end.

I consequently joined a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) at a small farm called Johnson’s Backyard Garden.  Once a week, a drove out to the farm and chatted with Farmer Brenton and picked up my box.  At first we had no idea what the vegetables we were getting were…what was this thing called Bok Choy, all these funny looking summer squash thingies, and these alien looking vegetables?  (turned out they were kohlrabi).  I bought a split quarter of beef from a local farmer, whose farm I drove out to in order to pick up my cow.  I only bought my meat and eggs from the farmer’s market (for a while our CSA had their own eggs, now they sell another farmer’s eggs with their shares).  When I shopped at the grocery store, I  allowed myself to buy onions and garlic year round, but the rest of the produce, I passed over unless it was in season and from the state of Texas (much to my husband’s chagrin).  I bought a lot of my vegetables at the farmer’s markets and learned where the apple orchards in the state were (and even visited one once).  I had my own garden in the back yard where I grew tomatoes in the summer and greens in the winter.  I had enough tomatoes from my heirloom plants to can them as sauce for the rest of the non-tomato producing year.


Wasn’t this expensive, everyone asked me?  Well, the meat and eggs were.  We found ourselves eating less meat though, which according to some, is rather good for you.  I cooked a lot more.   I made my own bread, cakes, and cookies.  For awhile, I made my own yogurt and tried my hand at mozzarella.  (I didn’t like the taste of mozzarella–it tasted too much like milk–imagine that).  I bought partially pasteurized milk at the farmer’s market and made wicked good chocolate pudding from the creamiest part of the milk.  Buying a split quarter of meat was actually cheaper than buying organic, grass-fed meat at the farmer’s market or whole foods.  I actually spent less on food than other of my friends.


I’ve relaxed a bit since 2007/2008-ish when I started thinking about my eating as an extension of my faith.  I buy fruit in the grocery store, but I try to buy as much Texas fruit as possible when it is in season (and as little Chilean, New Zealand fruit) to limit the number of miles my food travels to get to me (Limiting the miles food travels does two things–the food tastes better because it can be picked riper and it uses less oil/gas to produce the fruit).  I buy my meat at Whole Foods to help limit the amount of antibiotics my children receive without them ever knowing.  My kids’ sports schedules make it harder for me to get to a farmer’s market as often as I like, but when I can go, I do.


Food choices are a bit like parenting.  We decide what our philosophy is and then we look around at everyone else.  On one side, people are letting their kids drink sprite and gatorade and the other side parents are not letting their children have any processed sugar (like white sugar or brown sugar we buy at the store in addition to all the high fructose corn syrup).  We judge the people on both sides.  How can those parents care so little about their children’s health?  How can they follow the paleo fad and take their children with them?  How can they make their children be vegetarian or vegan?

As I’ve relaxed my vigilant eating habits a little, I’ve relaxed my judgment a lot.  Nutrition is a funny thing.  While we know some things (eat lots of fruits and vegetables), other things are the great unknown.  Is sugar the cause of all our health problem?  Or is it fat?  Or is it meat?  Or is it simple carbs like white breads, white rice, and white pasta?  One person can quote one study (or at least google their position) and someone else can quote a conflicting study.  It’s not clear cut, except regardless of what you eat, unless its fruits and vegetables (especially leafy  or colorful vegetables), too much is not a good thing.

People on each far side of food choices can judge me…I’m too hippie or I’m too lenient in what I (and my children) eat.  Just know, whatever your choices are, I won’t be judging you.  I’ve been wrestling with my food choices since I’ve had children.  I love Nutter Butters and Oreos.  I can also remember that Madeleine didn’t have a milkshake until she was probably 5 and she didn’t like it.  She also thought McDonald’s was for dogs, because I told her so many times their food wasn’t good for us, which is why we didn’t eat there.


Sometimes I sit down to write with a plan in my head.  By the time I get to about 1000 words (my internal limit which I rarely manage to stop writing by), I discover what I set out to write about I entirely missed.  Thus, this is the end of Part 1.  Maybe in Part 2, I’ll get to more about why I don’t love Trader Joe’s and a couple of books I read recently that I love (and have to do with this subject).

Until next time, savor your food and thank the farmer, known or unknown, who grew the food for you.



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