{Disclaimer: What you’re about to read was written in 2009. I like to think I’ve become a better writer since then. My goodness, I hope so.} Reprinted from the spring 2009 LWML Quarterly. The question: What to get Mom for Mother’s Day? My answer: Drinking glasses. Then I saw the Hallmark Showers of Flowers contest. It seemed easy enough: All I had to do was … Continue reading there are mothers . . .
My mother is like an Iowan version of Martha Stewart, minus the poncho and prison record. She can cook anything, bake anything, make anything, do anything, and it’s all delicious, perfect, adorable and perfect. I am not my mother’s daughter. Cooking meat scares me. Yeast petrifies me. You can fix writing. You can always tweak your edits. But fixing a too-done pork chop or reviving … Continue reading Dreamy Cream Scones
We spend a lot of time and energy talking about Synod politics, about one side of things and the other, who’s with whom and who’s not, who we think gets it and who we’re convinced doesn’t it. We gripe and complain and get frustrated with one another. We think there is no hope, and then we see it in spades. We wonder why we all … Continue reading no such thing
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