Hospitality is a Verb

My goodness, the Spanish people are nice. In particular, my landlords. On the day we moved in, my landlady was there with the trucks. Which one would expect, to sign papers and pass along the keys. Not, however, to help us unpack boxes and move in. All while wearing fabulous, knee-high boots. She came over … More Hospitality is a Verb

Communion Via Laundry

A confession: In the past, when I saw a clothesline in an urban area, I assumed poverty . Pants, shirts and pajama bottoms fluttering in the breeze seemed a bit, well….third world. I’m accustomed to my ever-running clothes dryer, and the mindless, fluffy warm goodness it brings.  I’m used to my walls and my doors … More Communion Via Laundry

Succumb to Wonder

Our children are funny, smart, and caring little people. Yet, they have next to no appreciation for Moorish architecture or flying buttresses. Except, perhaps, that buttress has the word “butt” in it. I am not surprised about this. When asked, my oldest described a perfect day as “I would go to the beach and have … More Succumb to Wonder

Loaner Furniture

I’m not loving my kitchen table. It’s loaner furniture–wobbly, charmless, and bland. It’s a symbol for life in temporary housing. Not really here, not really there. A purgatory of broken light switches, swarming ants, and washing the same four forks every day. I recognize how lucky we are to even be here in temporary housing. … More Loaner Furniture