I will look up Posted on March 6, 2007 By pamela If I look down and see my feet and the rocky ground beneath — or look down and see not my feet but shifting waves crashing all around me, a wave of panic washes over me and I fear I will sink or be washed away in the flood of… Read more
the awesome task Posted on February 28, 2007 By pamela It’s always hard to blog a post when it’s been some time since the previous. It’s sort of like exercising. There are a million and one excuses for not doing so or for avoiding the task, but once begun, it’s always a refreshing thing. And, like exercise with many breaks… Read more
revisting books Posted on January 25, 2007 By pamela I think one of the problems with simply borrowing books from libraries instead of buying copies for our own libraries is that we can’t go back and revisit a chapter or even a meaningful sentence very easily. That, and it’s frowned upon to mark up borrowed books. =o) So I… Read more
mo betah mothering Posted on January 18, 2007 By pamela So, I’m still going through our home… regathering, resorting, redistributing, refusing and recycling. But the one thing I don’t want to spend anymore time on is rearranging the same stuff – trying to figure out how to keep the same stuff I still won’t need later. It’s been good… I’m… Read more
It takes about this long… Posted on January 15, 2007 By pamela You know… I am finally getting why children take so long to grow up. It’s mothers who need about this long to get the hang of the deal. And then when we get the hang of the deal, we get calls or letters like this: Well, we finally got here.. … Read more
motherhood means dying to self Posted on January 12, 2007January 19, 2017 By pamela I’m often surprised at the events or changes each season brings. Sort of like knowing that snow’s coming but not realizing how cold it will feel or how distracting it will be. Bcz this isn’t the first time or the second or the third… I knew it would be hard… Read more
the spectator mother Posted on October 2, 2006 By pamela A phase of motherhood I was never prepared to experience is how quickly I would become sort of a spectator –or that I would become a spectator at all. I just guess I thought I’d always be the mother. The mother-mother. I didn’t even see the spectator-mother signs coming. When… Read more
lingering to rush Posted on September 28, 2006 By pamela I always feel like 1 Thessalonians is like lingering over a great cup of coffee and fresh hot bread with butter and jam and then glancing at the clock: and it’s like a race to get out the door to catch a plane. You know what I mean; the times… Read more
A Mother Worthy of Remembrance Posted on May 7, 2001May 13, 2017 By pamela A Mother Worthy of Remembrance… No matter who you are, where you live, what your age… the very mention of the word “mother” likely conjures up many emotions. Even when we mothers look at ourselves in the mirror, we undoubtedly have mixed emotions as to who we are, what we… Read more