I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.
I want to share here “some thoughts” that my dad sent around as an email a year or two ago, and then again recently. In this essay, he answers the question, “Why don’t you drink?”
I’m posting this here for three reasons:
First, his intro, which explores the idea of Christian liberties and how we [...]
Late last summer, on a sunny but cool day, my sisters helped me shuck, blanch, and freeze a huge bag of corn. And then I spent the rest of the afternoon digging holes and pressing bulbs deep into the earth.
Daffodils.
One hundred of them, all varieties.
Some crocus, too.
Even after having spent all summer digging [...]
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A very poor night’s sleep, thanks to a bad head cold, ended quite pleasantly when a certain four year old snuck into bed next to me early this morning. After a long time of cuddling and trying to sleep, he finally whispered, “Can I watch videos on your iPhone?” Treat of all treats: laying all [...]
saturday:
We packed the car. Dropped two super-duper excited boys off at Nana and Papa’s house. Drove through snow and rain and yuck to the airport. Traveled for 8 hours without a hitch — well, except for the very end, when I finally threw up (thank you very much, baby in my belly.) Decided that we [...]
I have a lot to be thankful for. Close to the very top are my parents who, on top of the million other wonderful things they do (and are), take Jameson and 6 other kids to our “Big Hill” for a fun sledding expedition.
I’m also thankful for winter. I refuse to complain (please hold [...]
It’s funny how daily life seems, and then suddenly, it’s a year or two later, and I can’t even remember those details that I thought would make up my life for the rest of forever. You know? Like, Jameson used to toddle around after me? I tripped over him for a year, maybe more, and [...]
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. Read more »My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I’m the oldest of 9 kids–and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They’re actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I’ve joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been “leaving-and-cleaving” for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you’ll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too–hundreds of them–should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I’m a stay at home mom who is redefining that title–I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil’ ol’ town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband’s encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, “He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,…”, and sometimes, that’s all a wife needs.
