The church I attended as a child did some things for Advent, though I don’t remember much. I think that candles were lit and the color purple was involved. Also, I recall white ornaments with Christian symbols hanging on a large Christmas tree in the foyer.
All of those colors and details were associated with church. It never occurred to me that someone might observe Advent at home. [Read more...]
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Here at the Food on Fridays carnival, any post remotely related to food is welcome—though we love to try new dishes, your post doesn’t have to be a recipe.
If you want, you could just post photos of your Thanksgiving pie leftovers. Or…did you have any leftovers?
My point is that we’re pretty relaxed over here, and posts like that are as welcome as menus and recipes. [Read more...]
Poetry’s been on my mind quite a bit lately.
First, there are my poem-promoting/poem-lovin’ friends. Yes, indeed, a lot of my friends are enjoying poetry, whether reading, writing, sharing, publishing, or even tweeting it (check out TweetSpeak Poetry on Twitter tonight, November 23, 9:30-10:30 p.m. ET).
Also, I went to that Wendell Berry reading, and though he read from unpublished fiction (or is it autobiographical??), he did end by reading a poem of his that I liked very much.
And then of course, as I mentioned, I met Maurice Manning. [Read more...]
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Here at the Food on Fridays carnival, any post remotely related to food is welcome—though we love to try new dishes, your post doesn’t have to be a recipe.
If you want, you could tell us your Thanksgiving plans. Where will you be? What will you eat?
My point is that we’re pretty relaxed over here, and posts like that are as welcome as menus and recipes. [Read more...]
Read Part 1 here and Part 2 here, if you like.
After Wendell Berry finished reading “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” his handlers—an English professor or two—whisked him away to a book signing table.
I walked up to Maurice Manning to introduce myself. I explained how I remembered him from the Writers Colloquium where Haven Kimmel was the keynote speaker.
Charity was standing off to the side, so I motioned her over and introduced her. Because she and I had been separated during the reading, she had no idea who he was or why I was talking with him—and I didn’t have a chance to explain to her that he was single
I can be impulsive, zany and something like a schoolgirl at times, but I decided to stop short of tacky and refrained from mentioning to Maurice that she was single. So we were just three civilized adults chatting about Wendell Berry. [Read more...]
Charity and I made plans to drive down to the university last Thursday, leaving late in the afternoon. We would be cutting it close to get to the Wendell Berry reading by 7:30 p.m.
I told Charity about how packed the event was the night before; how it was standing room only and we barely got seats. I asked if she was okay sitting on the floor or standing in the hallway. Would she still want to go, even if our situation was less than ideal?
She said yes. Definitely. You see, Charity has read just about everything that Wendell Berry has ever published. [Read more...]
A friend of mine moved to the university town where I was a student. A week-and-a-half ago, she sent me an e-mail with this subject line:
“Wendell Berry here all week”
Wendell Berry? Right in my own state…at my alma mater?
Sure enough. Last Tuesday night he was to read from his work; Wednesday was an interview of some kind; Thursday he would do another reading; and Friday night he was participating in a concert intermingling his readings with music.
At first it didn’t look like I could attend any of the events. My days were full, so the thought of all that driving—three hours round trip—for just an hour or so of Wendell Berry didn’t seem like a wise investment of my time. After all, I’d be coming home late and needed to be rested for several meetings. Plus, I still had papers to grade and two classes to teach at our co-op. It just didn’t seem prudent.
Then something clicked. [Read more...]
Last summer I borrowed Writing for the Soul, by Jerry B. Jenkins, from the library. I was struck by excerpts from interviews Jenkins conducted with Billy Graham.
I returned the book a couple of weeks later, but I kept thinking about his interaction with Mr. Graham.
In fact, here it is months later, and I’m still thinking about it. [Read more...]
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Here at the Food on Fridays carnival, any post remotely related to food is welcome—though we love to try new dishes, your post doesn’t have to be a recipe.
If you want, you could talk about strolling through the grocery store during the lunch hour to scoop up the samples set out for taste tests. Not that I’m nuts about the Jarlsberg cheese dip at Kroger or anything… [Read more...]
An actual dream I had while in Texas:
As I stood next to a pool, a little girl who couldn’t swim jumped in and sank to the bottom. She didn’t struggle at all. In fact, she was intent on rescuing a piece of paper or two, lifting them up over her head, trying to bring them to the surface.
She couldn’t make it back up on her own. [Read more...]
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