1. Â Oh, goodygoodygoody! Â I just got the galleys (unpublished review copy) of Â Mary Curran Hackett’s novel Proof of Heaven, to be released this fall by HarperCollins!Â I am enormously excited to get an advance peek at this book, which deals with themes of motherhood and faith. Â Check back in the coming weeks for an interview with Mary herself. Â (So many things on my to-do list Â 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. Â Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.” Â Â Boy, I can relate. Â 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. Â That’s just life.
3. Â I’m still in “aw, shucks, thanks” mode Â at having been mentioned on Mike Leach’s blog. Â Mike, the publisher emeritus of Orbis Books (and author of the Â terrific bookÂ Why Stay Catholic?) is giving a shout-out to his favorite Catholic websites/blogs (I was mentioned in connection with CatholicMom.com).Â Check it out, and keep going back for Mike’s posts, which offer tasty and deeply satisfying bits of spiritual wisdom.
4. Â Every day, when I look in the mirror, I seem to find another gray hair. Â Is this happening to anyone else? Â My husband swears he can’t see them, which means he is either 1) Â more chivalrous than even I could have imagined, or 2) going blind. Â I am approaching the crisis point of having to make a decision about whether I will fight them or let them be. Â A larger blog post on this very topic will surely be coming soon.
5. Â File this under “Moments to remember.” Â I was in the car yesterday with two-year-old Luke in the backseat. Â Catching his eye in the rearview Â 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. Â â€œMommy,” he said.
You can’t really beat that feeling.