A friend told about a sign hanging in a monastery that read, Everybody wants a revolution, but nobody wants to do the dishes. This stays with me as I process my current stage of life and the current US political situation. What does it mean to be an American living abroad, married to a Dutchman … Continue reading
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As you are: fighting perfectionism
I meet with two friends every two weeks. We switch between two of our houses, and take turns making dinner, pouring the tea, lighting the candles. We’ve gone through several books, but we are currently early in reading Embracing the Body by Tara Owens. We discuss different aspects under the topic of being created as … Continue reading
Blogs I follow
There are three blogs I follow consistently. All of them, interestingly enough, have to do with design and motherhood. Ashley Ann Campbell from Oklahoma, mother of four, photographer, designer, and advocate. Her blog is called Under the Sycamore, and she uses it as a platform to talk design and photography, chronicle her family’s life, and … Continue reading
let’s talk books
There is a hint of Fall (finally) in the air. We’ve been experiencing a heat wave here in the Netherlands, niet normaal for the time of year. It’s been especially hard on this nearly thirty-weeks pregnant woman, whose sole relief is ice cubes in her glass of water and after-dinner popsicle. There’s no AC here in … Continue reading
a call to come closer
I’m coming rusty out the writing gate, and I can’t even promise consistency. That is the one and only disclaimer I’m permitting myself on this post. The past year I’ve been living ‘going Dutch’ rather than writing it. It’s been the season of life/over/reflection. Practical everyday blowing of noses and lumbering up the stairs with baskets of laundry to … Continue reading
a few minutes in a mall
I’m in a mall! At a Starbucks! Sipping on a tall iced decaf vanilla latte, which I ordered as a ‘tall decaf iced vanilla latte’! Because English with Italian sizes is a universal thing. And I have a few minutes to write! On my blog! It’s a miracle. Without rehashing too much of the past, … Continue reading
Bad Farm Village
Time for it to sink in. We’re moving. Our little apartment, in which Frans and I spent our honeymoon weeks getting to know each other in person for the first time, in which Estella was born, in which fights and Facetime conversations, books and movies, long talks and meals were enjoyed and consumed, is … Continue reading
