I haven’t done one of these “what I like on the internet” posts in a while. I have a StumbleUpon page where I bookmark posts that I like, and over the past two months, it has gotten really, really long. I often think about writing a post to share them all, but then I feel really overwhelmed by the sheer volume, so I just avoid it and go check twitter. This could be a description for how I cope with my email inbox, too. And probably my whole life. So, this list might be a bit long. . . .
what I want you to know: incest
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by Sarah. On this blog, the conversation often turns to orphaned and abandoned children. What I want people to know is I consider myself both orphaned and abandoned. This is not to minimize . . .
why does adoption cost so much? (and why we didn’t just send that money to Haiti)
I hear a lot of questions about why adoption is so expensive, and honestly, I don’t always have a good answer. This month, we added up all of our adoption expenses and I was a little shocked at how much we spent on our adoption from Haiti. Because I had to type up an itemized list for our taxes last week, and because I’m a believer in transparency in adoption, I thought I would just share what we spent, so people can have an idea of where the money goes. Our adoption expenses are a bit . . .
the makeover
You might have noticed that my blog has undergone some changes in the last week. I am so thrilled with the results. I’ve been wanting to change the design of my blog for two years now, but I just couldn’t commit to an idea or a designer. (This is the very same reason that I have never gotten a tattoo, despite loving tattoos. I can’t seem to commit to the artwork.) I kept searching for a designer who understood my vision and also worked with the blogspot . . .
Perpetual Motion and the Wall of Noise.
If these two decided to be a wrestling team (or a rock band) I would call them Perpetual Motion and the Wall of Noise. One never stops moving. The other never stops talking. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. They make me tired. Oh, so tired. But they also make me laugh . . . and lucky for them I’m a sucker for cute boys with a good sense of humor. . . .
happy birthday, baby (who is not a baby)
Today is Karis’s 2nd birthday. I am trying not to think about it too much, because if I think about it too much, I will have to acknowledge that being TWO definitely catapults her out of the baby stage, and I am in total and complete denial about that fact. We celebrated her birthday on Sunday, when the grandparents were here. For reasons that are beyond my comprehension, I admitted to Jafta that Sunday was not her real birthday, and today he has been very, very concerned about how . . .
listen to your mother
`On Saturday, I attended a read-through for a show I am doing next Sunday afternoon. There was a time in my life when terms like “read-through” and “doing a show” did not make me feel like a giant phoney. There was a time when the passions that are now dormant had regular and tangible outlets. So I’m a little giddy to be “doing a show”. Next week I’ll be taking part in the LA version of Listen To Your Mother – a national show that highlights personal stories of motherhood, . . .
happy easter
We had a great Easter today, full of all of the important rituals that remind us of our risen Lord. Like easter baskets, candy, crap from the Target dollar bins, and an unhealthy focus on matching outfits. I sort of can’t help the last one. It’s genetic. Growing up, Easter Sunday was all about the white gloves, the white hat, the white tights, and an outfit that looked like a Quincenera dress that had been dipped into pastel Easter egg dye. (And apparently, in the year . . .
how to dye eggs with small children
I’ve been seeing a lot of tutorials posted around the web about how to make stunning and creative dyed eggs with your children. I’m going to be perfectly honest – most of them are so elaborate and detailed that I don’t think any actual children were involved in the making of them. And if you want to make a bunch of Martha Stewart-inspired eggs by yourself, that you artfully photograph and then post on twitter, well, knock yourself out. There’s an ap for that! If, however, you are . . .
mom2.0 conference recap
I’m back from another blogging conference. Mom 2.0 was a great conference. Really great. But I just don’t know how to recap a conference without saying the same thing I’ve said after every conference I’ve attended. Conferences are such a wall of overwhelm for me, and even I’m tired of hearing myself repeat how much angst and anxiety they cause. But just to recap, here are some of the emerging themes from this . . .
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