Author: lhm

Miscellany

1. Yesterday, some unexplained forces turned our normally kind, sweet, and funny five-year-old into a moody, eye-rolling, sarcastic teenager with occasional 2-year-old tendencies. It was really fun. Could we just have one age at a time, please? 2.While fixing dinner, I looked down to find Jonathan lying on his stomach on the kitchen floor, smearing […]

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Spam is Funny

I got this very charming note in my comments the other day: – Jonas, how can you even think you suck and then blog this many truly awesome phtoos? It is in danger of coming across as false modesty, but ¬†knowing’ you for the last few years, I know that you truly believe you have […]

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Books, and a Picture

So I wrote a book. Or rather, I wrote half a book. My good friend Bromleigh McCleneghan wrote the other half, and I should stop right here and say that I wouldn’t have written anything at all if Bromleigh hadn’t called me nearly four years ago and suggested I apply for a week-long writing workshop […]

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A Card of Her Own

I am, generally, a very responsible person. I follow rules. I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket. I like deadlines and most of the time, meet them. With one glaring exception: I cannot, for the life of me, return books to the library on time. While I don’t particularly mind supporting the library through these unintended […]

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Show Business

I’m not always entirely clear on how God answers prayers, especially the very specific “please-let-me-find-a-parking-space” variety. But I’m pretty sure there was some kind of divine intervention this afternoon when I said to myself, “If I have to play one more game of Tickle Monster with this five-year-old or dig this baby out of the […]

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Boston, This Time

Back in the summer of 2010, shortly after my sister and her husband moved to Boston, Harper and I went to visit. She had just turned three, and turned out to be a most delightful travel companion. We had such fun that we decided it should be an annual tradition. However, Lynn and I were […]

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