1. Oh, goodygoodygoody! I just got the galleys (unpublished review copy) of Mary Curran Hackett’s novel Proof of Heaven, to be released this fall by HarperCollins! I am enormously excited to get an advance peek at this book, which deals with themes of motherhood and faith. Check back in the coming weeks for an interview with Mary herself. (So many things on my to-do list in the next few days … must … resist … diving in … )
2. I was cleaning out my desk area (newsworthy in and of itself) and came across this great quotation by E.B. White: “I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.” Boy, I can relate. The answer, I guess, is to find the job that lets you do both …although even the jobs that are a helluva lot of fun (teaching, writing, and parenting, to name three that I know well!) have periods where they are a helluva lot of yuck. That’s just life.
3. I’m still in “aw, shucks, thanks” mode at having been mentioned on Mike Leach’s blog. Mike, the publisher emeritus of Orbis Books (and author of the terrific book Why Stay Catholic?) is giving a shout-out to his favorite Catholic websites/blogs (I was mentioned in connection with CatholicMom.com). Check it out, and keep going back for Mike’s posts, which offer tasty and deeply satisfying bits of spiritual wisdom.
4. Every day, when I look in the mirror, I seem to find another gray hair. Is this happening to anyone else? My husband swears he can’t see them, which means he is either 1) more chivalrous than even I could have imagined, or 2) going blind. I am approaching the crisis point of having to make a decision about whether I will fight them or let them be. A larger blog post on this very topic will surely be coming soon.
5. File this under “Moments to remember.” I was in the car yesterday with two-year-old Luke in the backseat. Catching his eye in the rearview mirror, I smiled at him and said, “I … love …”
Before I could get to the “you,” he grinned at me and filled in the blank for himself. “Mommy,” he said.
You can’t really beat that feeling.