Happy Birthday, Lydia Jean !♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ I feel horrible. After my last post in which I shared about this pencil shaving smell that I have stuck in my nose ~ I read all the feedback on the forum ~ everyone’s saying, “Go to a doctor!” Which scared me ~ so yesterday afternoon, I went to see Janet, the physician’s assistant I’ve been seeing instead of the doctor ~ because, unlike the doctor, Janet actually TALKS to me ~ and I really appreciate that. I told her about the smell and the taste ~ and the feeling in Full post …
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Mayhem On The Homefront: “Don’t Freak Out!”
May 4, 2010
Chassé and me in Minneapolis back in April. Ugh ~ I was tired back then too ~ looked like I was about to cry. by Vyckie The freakiest thing has been happening to me lately: I’m having sensory hallucinations. Weird smells that get stuck in my nose and mouth for days. The first time it happened was last summer ~ for several days, all I could smell was cinnamon. I tasted it too. The cinnamon smell eventually went away ~ but since then, I’ve had the same thing happen with the smell of bleach, Listerine, oregano, dish soap, Full post …
Mayhem On The Homefront: “Trying Not to Think So Hard”
April 30, 2010
While waiting for Angel’s Show Choir concert to start last Sunday afternoon, Lydia Jean used markers to color Andrew’s hands. I was thinking, What if I forget to make Andrew take a bath? He can’t go to school like that. When we get home, things will be so crazy ~ I’m sure to forget and in the morning, he’s not going to have enough time to wash all that color off his hands. I know that I will forget. Ugh ~ I’m so doomed! Don’t panic … calm down … deep breaths … by Vyckie Back in Full post …
Patriarchy Across Cultures: Family Affair
April 23, 2010
by Tapati Lakshmana at 4 months The morning after I gave birth to my son, reality set in. I was so bruised inside I could hardly walk. I couldn’t get up from the floor using my own muscles without extreme pain so Mahasraya pulled me up as a dead weight. (I can’t say he never did anything nice for me!) That evening Srilekha and Mitravinda came over bearing food and supplies and I had to crawl over to the door to let them in. They did my laundry for me and brought me some hot Full post …
Time Heals All Wounds ~ Part 2: It was a beautiful vision of faith to me
April 8, 2010
All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go; The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow by Shelly Cruz The night before my dinner engagement was a nervous one. I wanted everything to be extra perfect for my get together the following day. I stayed up praying that evening. Morning came and I felt more at ease. After church service Cecilia’s family followed my family home and for the next 4 hours we talked and joked as if we had been friends for years. I seemed to Full post …
Time Heals All Wounds ~ Part 1: The Model of a Christian Woman
March 22, 2010
All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go; The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow This is a story of two very different families and how the Light of Jesus overflowed from one to the other. It is also a story about feeling rejected and very alone, when one family decided to end the friendship with the other. Time heals all wounds though, or so they say….. by Shelly Cruz I have always been known as a free spirit, an extrovert; I see life as an Full post …
From the Library of Martyrdom ~ Part 2
December 30, 2009
How I was called to give up that which I did not have.. by Arietty In the years before the internet I relied on printed publications to nurture and sustain my life as a quiverfull homeschooling mom. It was within these publications that I found my own community in the Christian world, something which had eluded me before that. I read Family LIfe, Above Rubies, The Teaching Home, Gentle Spirit and a variety of photocopied newsletters from families who had ministries of sending out newsletters. It was often frustrating to me that 3 weeks would Full post …
I Have Won
December 14, 2009
by Tapati Crashing against the wall World spinning crazily Your voice from a distance Screaming in fury Self righteous condemnation Again the blows come They seem to explode inside my head I don’t see your fist in its journey towards my body. In defeat I huddle Arms over my head, shielding in vain Knees drawn up to chest I believe this is the end. Finally you finish Your anger and frustration relieved. Surprised to be alive I remain where I am, in shock. Slowly reason returns. I try to pull myself together Clutching the shreds Full post …
Michelle says, Never enough babies!
