After the Fast, We Feast!
/What better time to spread some chocolate love? Sometimes, it takes a new wife and mother to show us all how. Sarah, I'm grateful for your enthusiasm. And I have a hunch my husband will be thrilled with your suggestion!
Won't you Wear a Sweater, Neighbor?
/Today is the day which would have been Mr. Rogers' 80th Birthday. Let's make the most of this beautiful day and all wear sweaters in honor of Fred Rogers. Mr. McFeely tells us all about it.
Dear Old U.Va? I think not.
/I was waiting for Courtney to comment on this, mostly because she is there right now, fighting the good fight and I'm just an old alumna, watching from afar and shaking my head in disbelief. Also, I can't write about this here at the my desk with all the small people in my house reading over my shoulders. Click carefully and then send an email to the editor's address she's provided.
Easter Vigil Notebook
/To the person googling for Easter+Vigil+Notebook, you want Alice's beautiful project.
If you get started right away and spend the next two days devoting a good chunk of time to it, you can create a meaningful notebook before Saturday night. I'll offer a prayer for your endeavor!
"Issues" with dates and time
/I'm thinking these days that Nicky might have inherited his obsession with dates and times and rhythms and routines from me. Who thought it was a good idea to have Daylight Savings Time begin in early March? It's taking me weeks to adjust. Who thought it was a good idea to have Lent smack in the heart of flu season? I'm still trying to regain my balance. And now, Holy Week is the week between Selection Sunday and the launch of the NCAA Basketball Tournament. This will have my husband the director dashing from the Verizon Center to the Shrine as he attempts to combine college basketball with Holy Thursday on EWTN. Then he'll do it again on Saturday as he dashes from hoops victories to the Easter vigil. Throw in pre-production preparations as they get ready for the Pope's visit, and it means that I won't see him at all this week. My children are taking bets on how many times I say "EWTN" when I mean "ESPN" and vice versa. My Lenten cleaning has reached a fevered pitch. I'm not blogging it; I'm just doing it, trying to redeem time. And as I do it, I'm thinking about how I'm going to mesh the tournament with the Triduum and help my children live their faith in the world but not of the world. And, I admit to blinking back tears when I saw photos of this familiar scene and remembered Seder dinners in that kitchen with much smaller people and I realized that this year will be Lauren's last Seder at home and we missed it...
Dear Lord, we really can't control time at all, can we?
