Abbie: When I grow up, I think I’m going to move back to Westwood.
Abbie (Age 6): “When a farmer sees a weed, it just calls it trained pet turtle and the turtle comes over and eats the weed.”
ne sutor ultra crepidam A phrase I read today and need to apply heartily to my own life and work. Apparently the phrase means “Cobbler, no further than the sandal!” The story goes that a[…]
Amie (my four-year-old) struggles with gender pronouns (he, she, him, her, etc.). I’m forever correcting her. Last night I think I discovered the reason. Me: “Amie, is John a boy or a girl?” Amie: “John[…]
I was given a reading assignment to read one chapter in a book three times. The first time through we were to read it without any interaction: no notes, no underlining, no comments. That was[…]
It’s 1:oo AM. I’m at a mini-conference. A class really, on Baptist history and polity. Our first session was last night. It was rather interesting. We covered only church history up to the reformation to[…]
The conversation takes place after Two saves One from her car which is dangling off a cliff. One: Nice truck. Two: Thanks, I’ve had it since I was nineteen. One: Wow. How do you keep[…]
I am now able to make blog posts via BlackBerry.
I am a little disturbed by the dishwasher in our new house. It’s a portable (or whatever they’re called). The kind that’s not built in, but hooks up to the kitchen sink. When it’s draining,[…]