To read part one, click here. To read part two, click here. Part Three “Seriously, though, what happened to your boobs?” Twenty years after that day in the dressing room, my sister and I found ourselves in yet another dressing room, puzzling once again over my rebellious breasts. Prior to their postpartum disappearing act they had always been my most prominent feature. They were my “one beauty” akin to Jo’s hair in Little Woman. I …
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If you’d like to read Part One first, click here. Part Two When I finally came to grips with the fact that my breasts were not going to re-grow and that I was likely stuck with these B-cup breasts for the foreseeable future, my initial feelings were that of relief. I could find shirts that fit with buttons that didn’t pop. I no longer had to wrangle myself into two sports bras for a workout. …
Part One I used to have big boobs. We’re not talking double J’s or even large enough to cause back pain. But still. They were sizable. The envy of my smaller breasted friends and noticeable enough that men and boys were remarking on them before I had reached my eleventh birthday. When I was ten, perched on the back of our brown-striped sofa with a book, my mother walked out of the laundry room with …
Well, if I had any lingering doubt that I am a Five on the Enneagram, it was put to rest this week. I listened to a couple episodes of the Typology podcast (thanks, Michelle!) featuring Fives and it was like so many locks sliding home. The episode with a panel (a whole panel of them – including a woman!) of Fives was the most insightful to me and I have been thinking about a few …
Photo credit Our Community Group this year will be working our way through What is the Bible? by Rob Bell. Check in on Wednesdays for a recap. October 17, 2017 Our blessing and self portrait last night were brought by Paul. He practices meditation regularly and shared one of the apps he uses called Prana Breath. To open the evening, we lit our group candle and spent five minutes matching our breath to the prompts/sounds …
image credit Cry, The Beloved Country I finished Cry, The Beloved Country a few weeks ago and it’s still on my mind. I know, it’s an old one. Copyright 1948. But! There’s a reason it’s endured. The writing is so well done, the story so well told, moving fluidly from a distant narrative stance to a much closer perspective (<—– see, I learned stuff last week!) and back again. But it’s the themes …
The C-group year is officially in full-swing. We actually started week before last but then I was gone last Tuesday at the writer’s retreat and Jason held down the fort without me. So last night was my second one of the year, the group’s third, and it feels like we’re getting into a good rhythm already. New Set Up We’ve been leading our community group for ten years and this year we decided to …
As I mentioned yesterday I’m away for the week at a writing workshop on Whidbey Island. We had several assignments to complete before arriving on Monday and one of them was a one-page self portrait. I admit that I had to toggle with the margins and font size in a rather significant way to squeeze this on to one page but I managed to make it work. A Self Portrait, 2017 “Nancy? Oh, that’s my grandma’s …
I’m away for the week at a writing workshop on Whidbey Island. I’ve been here since Monday and so far it has been everything I could have hoped for. A dreamy location in the woods, surprisingly incredible food, quiet space to think and write and read, and an incredible group of writers and thinkers and imaginers to learn from and share it with. However. I’m starting to miss my boys. I arrived Monday afternoon after …
This morning I finished reading Honest to God. It took me several months to work my way through it and at times I have to admit that it scared me. It felt as though Robinson was turning me upside down and shaking me until every last vestige of the faith I’ve known was turned out of my pockets once and for all. But it spoke to places in me that have been clenched and cynical …
