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Story

One can bear anything if one can put it in a story. – Isak Dinesen

A Little Like Me

My children say some crazy things. Out of nowhere, Mosely commented, “Wouldn’t it be weird if a witch came here right now and turned Bergen into a dog?” (Where’s that kid learning about witches and how powerful does she think they are?) Or Bergen wondering out loud, “Wouldn’t it be funny if all shoes were [...]

remember

You know how sometimes you just want a sign for what you should do? You ask God to make it clear what direction to move or to let you know what He would have you to do or how He would have you act or whatever? You know how we pray like that?  (Or, I [...]

Alone

It was late. I was lonely. I called my brother. And we talked. And that was nice. We talked about things and stuff and all that. But as I was talking and as I was listening another part of me simultaneously was realizing that although I was reaching out trying to connect through distance and [...]

universal.

Our little (as in the children are mostly small, although the number of them is not – alright?) family was eating street side recently at a favorite wood-fired pizza joint. ( Side note: I like eating outside at restaurants.    1.  Our noise level seems less obvious out of doors.    2.  Our mess level seems [...]

I Can & I Can’t. I Will & I Won’t.

Dear My Children, I can’t or I won’t pay the full cost of your first car. Your father and I probably won’t be footing the bill for your entire college education. The latest fashions at Abercrombie (or fill-in-blank-overpriced-popular-store-at-your-appropriate-age) won’t be paid for out of my debit card. I might not be able to afford one [...]

The Thing With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And [...]

Steady

Sometimes keeping a house remotely neat or tidy when eight people share that house is a nearly impossible task. Nearly.  Impossible. And there are days when I feel as if all I do is clean one room and then move to another room.  And the second I exit the clean room some inanimate object explodes [...]

there & back

It is always late when I write this blog. And I am usually sleepy. But I might be even more sleepy than usual. Because I’ve been adventuring – you know? Against all odds, my pal and former college roomie Beth and I met together in the mountains of North Carolina for some Girl Adventures. I [...]

running makes me think

I think the fact that I am finding running to be a Good Idea For Me is for three basic reasons. And those are . . . 1.  If I exercise more, I can eat more. And I, like my little Scout, enjoy food.  I like Cadbury Cream Eggs.  And mashed potatoes, crusty bread dipped [...]

Love Wins

Love Wins. That’s what a bumper sticker on the back of our Suburban says. In black and white. There are some topics about which I really don’t care to write. Like this one. Because when I throw this stuff out there into the blogosphere I become accountable. If I keep these ideas in my mind [...]

Story

I have read so much about story lately. And I like it all.  Mostly. I remember reading a quote by Eudora Welty and she said, “Most really good stories are about the interiors of our lives.” (I think she’s right – which is how that woman who seldom left her own state and who rarely [...]

On My Plate

I like to eat words. Particularly my own. You think I would learn by now. But I have not. I just keep saying things.  Making crazy stands on both important and non-important issues. I don’t want any children. I would never want to teach high school English. No more dogs for the Keigley family. I [...]

confessions of a bad soccer mom

I am a bad soccer mom. I purposely park the stroller at the end of the field where no one else is. I usually don’t stroll right up to the line of canvas foldable chairs and picnic blankets placed down the sidelines. I’m not that mom that the whole team knows and who hugs and [...]