motherhood – Cooking with Elsa

Stay-at-Home Clergy Mom

On Christmas Eve, my daughter raced back and forth from table to pew, pew to table and back again, to ask for more Jesus. That’s what she called it with both fistfuls full of leavened grace as her little hands signed “more” over and over again. I was so grateful to our pastor, a motherContinue reading “Stay-at-Home Clergy Mom”

Small Pandemic Joys

It has been so long that this pandemic has gone on. I have lost count. I no longer care to count. I have yelled at my kids. I have been short. I have been unkind solely because I have been so isolated. My family is great. Yeah for family but I really miss people. AndContinue reading “Small Pandemic Joys”

Thirty Three Years Later

Last night, my baby girl couldn’t sleep. It has been many months since she was up every two hours but last night she returned to this familiar routine. She wasn’t always hungry. It seemed that she just wanted to know I was there. It had only been a dream. It was only some trick ofContinue reading “Thirty Three Years Later”

Fear, Love and Another Supreme Court Decision

Yesterday, the Supreme Court decided by a 5-4 vote to uphold the ban on transgender service members fulfilling their call to service in the United States military. It was said by one woman just four years short of retirement in the Navy that this decision “speaks volumes about where we are as a country.” ThisContinue reading “Fear, Love and Another Supreme Court Decision”

What I’ll Tell My Daughter About Why I Didn’t March

I didn’t march yesterday. Our government shut down and I stayed home in my pajamas merely contemplating the state of the world rather than taking to the streets. There wasn’t actually a march in my area this year. There may have been one last year but I lived elsewhere then. I wasn’t even in thatContinue reading “What I’ll Tell My Daughter About Why I Didn’t March”

Waves of Grief after Waves of Nausea

Grief is my constant companion. It is there every day and every moment even when there is a smile plastered to my face. Sometimes I choose not to acknowledge it. I don’t want it to dominate and there are still other times when it rides along in the sidecar of my whole existence. For theContinue reading “Waves of Grief after Waves of Nausea”