April 2012
9 posts
Time to...
…do some real writing here.
Then I think: “That’s not writing, that’s typing,” which is what Truman Capote quipped when he heard that Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road using a giant scroll of paper fed through his typewriter.
Being neither Kerouac nor Capote, I think I’m safe.
So type away I will, if you don’t mind.
And if you do…click! It’s...
Ables Family Recipes: comfort food
Has it been raining most of the day?
Did someone get you down, waste your flavor, give you the dis?
Do you have mounds of grading to get through?
Are you hormonal?
Did you keep waking up all night?
Are you homesick even though you are actually home?
If you answered yes to any or (bless your heart) all of these, it’s time to eat.*
Last night, after a day of cold rain and too many...
Things Said to a New Mother: a series
“aw…is this her first Easter?”
—a woman from my former church outside the sanctuary….who a) did not remember me and b) failed to note the all-blue outfit on my boy.
STILL…it was a beautiful day of thanksgiving and family and celebration.
“It’s my own face that obscures the face of God. How can I help this son of...”
– Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
Lee Falls, revisited
Five years ago, almost to the day, Mr. Ables and I hiked to Lee Falls.
Around that time, there’d been some big talk about getting engaged. He’d been back from teaching English in Prague for about four months (the whole “when you know, you know” thing was true for us), and I guess I thought the time was at hand. A hike to a waterfall on a beautiful spring day? Sounded...
