We saw Ballet Russes a few weeks ago; two of seven people in the audience. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a film so utterly devoid of appalling content was so under-attended. My sister tells me, however, that it was slated to run for two weeks in New York back in November and that […]
An ordinary morning last week turned into a post for the Young Ladies Christian Fellowship…
‘There is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I grew up in a busy, lively household. There was always someone coming and going, some project underway or some party planning afoot. But no matter how full the days were, the wheels of industry always […]
I came across this precious poem in a search for Alice Van Leer Carrick the other day and I just had to share it. How well I remember what is was like to be quite small and to lie in bed at night imagining all the wonders just beyond my window…
Why does the wind […]
“God spoke to me this morning.”
I looked up at Philip with a little grin. I always save my best thoughts for those mellow moments at the end of the meal, when Caspian, having abandoned all hope of receiving anything from the table, has laid his head down on Philip’s foot with a sigh and […]
I still miss my dear Victoria magazine. I guess I think about it especially this time of year because the Valentine’s issue was always so delectable. And perhaps because the first one I ever picked up in the grocery store was February 1989. I could scarcely believe my eyes as I started flipping through, and […]
Here’s a little post I wrote for YLCF:
Hearts and Flowers
Here is a song I urge you to purchase as an mp3. (It’s only .99! And I don’t think it’s available on an album.) It’s one that Philip and I just love. Whenever it comes on, we both stop whatever we happen to be doing and just sit down and listen to it.
If you like […]
Yesterday afternoon found me poking about in the attic in search of old family ephemera for an article I was writing. The day was wild and wet, and the wind shrieked deliciously about the eaves as I crouched under the one dim lamp, a pile of yellowed papers and photographs on my lap. As a […]
Here is an exquisite little poem for a chilly night…
The hearth we sit around is prayer, At desk and choir-stall: there The warmth of love bounds forth In stationary fire; Within the house of faith the north And night of self-retire Shut out the door, and hot desire Lights up the air, Runs through the […]