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shelfies, not selfies!

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Somebody shared a quote on Facebook this week that “selfies have become a huge trend in social media and psychiatrists and mental health workers are linking them to mental health conditions related to narcissism and a person’a obsession with their looks.”  I couldn’t agree more. So, down with the selfie!  Let’s promote a weekly (book) shelfie! Back in February, I hypothesized that a love of reading is not something that we inherit from watching our parents read. I might have written that in reaction to all the times I hear…read more

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more new life on the farm

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The last time we “rented a ram” for our ewes was three years ago. Three springs ago, two lambs were born on the same day, and apparently I texted Kenny, who was at the office, “I’m never lambing again! This is too stressful!”  I don’t remember saying that to him, but he reminded me of it yesterday when Iris, our five-year-old ewe had a prolonged labor, and I texted him, “I’m never doing lambing season again!” The three previous lambs born to our farm were born within 30 minutes of…read more

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Easter is better than Christmas

Posted by in faith, family, family fun, food

Facebook and Twitter were “all a twitter” with Easter pictures this weekend: adorable kids dressed to the nines, family photos of matching and unmatching outfits, and baskets filled with confections, colored eggs, and stuffed animals. I tweeted an adorable picture of my too-cool-for-skool boys, but the remainder of the pictures I took throughout Easter Sunday were of food. I loved each picture that was shared – I looked closely at what they were wearing, what each hostess was serving on their dinner tables, what desserts were eaten, and what easter…read more

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joy

Posted by in family, family fun

tonight at soccer practice…(four words that do not, on their own, invoke joy in my heart)…i experienced joy that i haven’t felt since holding my newborn babies. when rowan was born, kenny and i couldn’t take our eyes off of him. he looked just like kenny – every hospital visitor told us so. we would sit and stare, watch his breathing in and out, comment on every sound he would make and surmise at every whimper: gas? hunger? wet diaper? i remember feeding him in the quiet of our nursery…read more

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and on the seventh day…

Posted by in hobnob theatre co.

If you’ve been in a high-intensity artistic project, you have, no doubt, experienced the “let-down” that comes in the days following its finish. Not only is it because you’ve been spending a lot of time with friends (although that is a big part of it), but it’s also because your creative juices have been flowing over the course of the production and then all of a sudden, they stop. It’s like the headaches you get when you cut out caffeine or sugar from your diet. The dictionary defines withdrawal as…read more

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scenery

Posted by in family, farm, food

at dinner tonight, one of the boys asked, “remember that farm when we’d go to get milk in a jar?” it’s been a while since we’d bought raw milk. soccer was canceled (because of the rain, and bad field conditions), and kenny had rehearsal for the musical he’s working on with another company.  so the boys and i dug out our old half gallon mason jars, cleaned them out and headed towards Slate Lick to the farm we used to frequent for raw milk when the boys were much younger….read more

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A Woman, Deconstructed.

Posted by in hobnob theatre co.

The playbill proof was waiting to be approved. We had an hour to approve and send it back so that the 700 playbills would be printed in time for our upcoming production of A Christmas Carol. It was perfect. But what kept us from approving it was doubt. In it contained a “Coming up next from hobnob theatre co….” and a silhouette graphic of Victorian men and woman behind the title A Woman of No Importance. We doubted if it was the right choice for our next show. We doubted…read more

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