This wasn't a quiet pregnancy. We found out the day after Thanksgiving, on the road in Amarillo, Texas. There's more to the story, but that's the beginning. And almost instantly, just after those first feelings of joy, I felt awful. I couldn't keep anything down, sitting in my bed each day with my laptop and … Continue reading Hilde, Born: Part 1 of 2
It's true! And she's really lovely, currently lounging next to me as I write. Georgie has a face full of lipstick and is asking if I can get her a ladder so she can be a helper, lest you think it's quiet around here. Hildegard Ramona Guinn Anderson* was born on July 30th, after two … Continue reading Hilde Is Here
I originally posted this over on the Spruce Tips instagram, but thought I'd repost it here for folks who have yet to join the ol' Spruce Tips train. We’ve been really into homemade sodas lately: lovage syrup became homemade Cel-Ray, bits of leftover pineapple became pineapple ginger soda, and we just turned the lingering plum … Continue reading Ginger Bugs & Plum Blossoms
Since I'm now about halfway through cooking this babe, it's obviously time to repost the Pregnancy Cheese Chart, a week by week guide to the size of your fetus, by cheese. Is Your Fetus More of a Cheddar or a Blue?
Today churches all over the world will celebrate the 500th anniversary of Martin Luther’s theses and the Protestant Reformation with music, sermons, tree plantings, workshops, and more. Like most folks raised in the Christian tradition, I’m no stranger to Luther. My husband was raised in a Lutheran tradition, with numerous Lutheran clergy relatives. When I … Continue reading On the 500th Anniversary of the Protestant Reformation, or: I’m sorry, Luther, I’m just not that into you
It's been a year since it all fell apart. About a year ago, after a successful recovery from postpartum anxiety, depression, and OCD, the carefully cultivated set of tools -- medication, meditation, self-care -- just stopped working. Just. Stopped. Working. Poof. I'm done trying to figure out what happened, whether my body chemistry changed or … Continue reading Treatment Resistant Mental Illness & Me
In fifth grade, I played an apothecary. All of us in the G&T (gifted and talented, not *that* G&T) program dressed up as various roles in a Colonial village, except that of the slaughtered indigenous person or the enslaved black person or the like, of course, because it was Texas in the early 90s, and-- Anyway, … Continue reading Apothecaryaryarying