Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sunday Poem: You Laughed

I think you stood up
The grave clothes tumbled
from a brand new body.
The sun shone through
holy holes
in healing hands,
and you

I see you standing by
the open grave,
the empty tomb,
and there are lines
around your mouth,
smile lines and maybe
dimples. Maybe dimples
and maybe crinkles
around your eyes.

There you are, and
there she is, Mary,
walking to the place
your death was framed
for her, made real.
You saw her coming. 
You saw men running.
You knew what they
would not find, and you
grinned, and you

There was joy 
when you opened
your eyes. There
was joy in
your heart. There was 
reason for a celebration,
and with all of your heart
bursting from the grave,
I believe
you laughed.

One day
I will get to stand
in your holy happy
and I know my heart
will fill and overflow
with joy, and
we will laugh.


Saturday, March 30, 2013

This World's Dark Lord

At the risk of bringing out the Harry Potter haters who think the books are the devil, I am going to tell you how HP helped my boys understand Good Friday. If this sentence has already made you angry, it's best you just quit reading. ;)

The boys and I listen to Harry Potter on CD while in the car. We are on the last book and almost to the last disc. It has been an incredible journey, reliving the magic through their eyes. It has also helped teach them some Latin root words. But I digress. What I want to tell you is how it related to Good Friday.

*****If you have not read the books and don't want to know the ending, then quit reading now.*****

Reliving a Bit

In our homeschool this week... we read about two queens, Mary and Elizabeth. We started a biography of Franz Joseph Haydn and read a bit of Shakespeare each day. David began learning cursive and Haydn finished up a geography workbook.

Places we're going and people we're seeing... Haydn is a part of a PEERs program now, and we are both getting a lot out of it. Talking with other parents who face similar struggles with their kids... it's priceless.

My favorite thing this week was... reliving another bit of the Harry Potter books with my boys and hearing David predict the end of the book. He is about half right. ;)

Things I'm working on... I'm taking a class online and I'm working on character sketches for my current novel.

I'm cooking... I tried another recipe with quinoa. I really want to like quinoa, but I don't so far.

I'm grateful for... The Autism Center, my husband's heart, my pink Bible, hair ties, organic honeycrisp apples, the Middle Sisters, and good books to read.

I'm praying for... patience, perseverance, peace.

A photo, video, link, or quote to share (silly, serious or both!)

“I want my name to mean me.” 
― Mark HaddonThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday Felicities: March 29, 2013

Friday Felicities

Peers group on Thursdays
Laughing with other parents
Card in the mail from Rosemary
Notebooks to scribble in
Book my Mama gave me
Show, don't tell.
Red letters
Lunch with the hubster

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Fiction: Ribbit

Jill dragged me to this party, and I'm still thinking of the book I left at home and the glass of wine I planned to sip while reading said book. I should have slipped it into my purse. Maybe I could find a quiet room in this big house and sneak in a few chapters. Maybe I still can. I have a reading app on my phone. It's not ideal, but surely it's preferable to awkwardly talking to strangers in this…

"Jill, who's party did you say this was?"


"And, is Bobby, I don't know, a wee bit insane?"

"I don't think so." Jill looks around the room while she reapplies her lip gloss, scanning the crowd for her ex, I'm sure.

I turn my own eyes back to the walls around us. There are cages. Big cages and little cages. Some are along the edges of the room and some are hanging from the ceiling. I can't believe Jill isn't freaked the hell out. 

"This is crazy," I tell her, but then she isn't there. I'm talking to myself. Out loud. At a party. Lord help me; I should be home with my book. Jill must have spotted her ex after all. Why did she insist on bringing me along if she was going to abandon me?

"Suze, is that you?"

I haven't been called Suze since high school. I cringe at the sound of the cutesy nickname.

"It's Suzanne," I answer, finding a tall man in a ball cap standing in Jill's place.

"Suzanne then," he puts a hand forward to shake, and I try to see his eyes beneath the hat's brim.

"And you are?" Screw being polite. I haven't been Suze in close to twenty years; there's no reason I should recognize a man who calls me Suze.

"Oh, sorry, Rueben Sloan. We had math together senior year."

"Rueben," I repeat. The name rolls around inside my head. I don't remember a Rueben.

"I had the biggest crush on you."

I step back nervously, and my shoulder bumps one of the metal cages. I curse and Rueben bounds forward to right the cage.

"Who is this guy, Bobby?" I ask, peering into the cage I almost upended.

"He's a CEO of something or other, but he collects untouchables."


"You know, spiders, snakes, bull frogs…" 

As he explains about Bobby's pet obsession, I watch his lips move and slowly I remember. Untouchables. Bull frogs...

Rueben Sloan. He did sit behind me in math senior year. He was quiet, and he was gawky, like a deer just being born and falling all over itself trying to stand up. The other guys called him Ribbit. Ribbit Sloan. His wide mouth did give him a frog-like appearance. He once caught the hiccups in front of the entire school. He was supposed to be reading his essay, because it won an award.That's when he earned the nickname, Ribbit. He helped me pass that math class, though. Or, he helped me cheat, anyhow.

"You saved my life," I say now.

He blushes and takes off his ball cap. "Nah, it's a sturdy cage. The snake wouldn't have escaped."

"I didn't mean the snake. Though, I could have done without knowing it was a snake in there. I was pretending it was a bird or a hamster or, well, just about anything besides a snake."

Rueben laughs, and his eyes shine. He isn't so gawky anymore. 

"I meant in math," I finish. "I would have failed without you."

He shrugs nonchalantly. 

"What are you up to now? You still live around here?"

"I was living in Denver. I just moved home."

"What dragged you back to this hell hole?"

"I own a chain of bookstores. I'm opening one downtown."


Rueben nods, and that's when I know. This frog I once thought of as untouchable is sure to be my prince.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday Felicities: March 22, 2013

Friday Felicities

Haydn got a Hogwarts letter today
Nut chips with hummus
Brand new book in my hands
Haydn happy with his birthday loot
Our first PEERs group meeting went well.
Printing and sliding in Project Life cards
Natural light through the windows
New school supplies
Bright colored ink
New beginnings

Monday, March 4, 2013

Currently: March On and Fear Not the Thorns

Current Books: I've almost finished reading Cutting for Stone, and I will be sorry to reach the end. This book has sucked me under its tide and washed me back to shore over and over again. I haven't been so emotional over fictional characters in quite a while. The boys and I have three discs left of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. We are almost done with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as well. We're reading the Maya Angelou edition of Poetry for Young People.

Current Playlist: In my head, I hear the seasons song by Nichole Nordeman that I am using for Thursdays at Middle Places.

Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Not exercising today. It was a long day.

Current Colors: Jewel tones. I know, a bit fall-ish for this spring weather we keep having.

Current Fetish: Making my own Project Life cards

Current Food: I made hummus-crusted chicken last week. It was so yummy. I can't wait to make it again.

Current Drink: Water. Water. Water.

Current Favorite Favorite: My Project Life albums.

Current Wishlist: Rainbow-colored G2 pens, a variety of Project Life page protectors, a good pair of tennis shoes

Current Needs: infinite patience, a bit more confidence, self-discipline

Current Triumph: I have walked three miles almost daily for more than a week.

Current Bane-of-my-Existence: not sleeping, I go to bed and fall asleep but I wake constantly. I'm exhausted.

Current Indulgence: A second cup of coffee in the afternoon. Without it, I am likely to fall asleep at supper.

Current Mood: Discouraged and tired. They seem to go hand-in-hand, don't you think?

Current #1 Blessing: My husband, my sister, my best friend. They keep me feeling a bit saner than I might without them.

Current Outfit: Thick green sweater over a brown and orange shirt, jeans, painted TOMs

Current Link: NYPL Twitter Poetry Contest

Current Quote: “Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted”  -Abraham VergheseCutting for Stone

Current Photo

Title from this quote“March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.” - Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sunday Poem: Perfect Love

Perfect        Love 
does drive out fear, but only 
Your love is perfect. Only 
Your soul is flawless.
Only Your heart can 
ever be 

My love is flawed;
it comes out
and sometimes screaming.
it pours 
and sputters,
sweet        but salty-sour.
It stabs out                             sharp
with vicious teeth.

It hurts.

Only              Your 
love can drive out this fear 
of never getting there, the 
place I so desperately
want to be. Only Your 
love is perfect. I 
need Your love
in me.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Project Life: Week 9 + Freebies

I've been doing Project Life and just wrapped up Week 9 in my album and the month of February in my sister's album. It makes me feel so good, sliding those cards into slots and seeing our week catalogued, our life falling into place. I will be so glad I did this when the kids are grown and my nest is empty.

Here are some cards I have made for use in my albums. You are welcome to right-click and save these for your own use.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Friday Felicities: 3/1/13

Friday Felicities

Snow dancing on pavement
Wooden owl postcard
Angels on canvas
Dress-up games
Blue-Q bags
Texts with Tara
Kitty cuddles
Fun with friends in Memphis
Home safe and sound
Haydn knew the country of Mali
Word Candy
Coffee with white chocolate macadamia nut creamer
A book that has transported me
Newborn baby pictures
Leaving Nattie books in bathrooms
Audio books on long car rides

Word Candy: Sore with Chasing Dreams

Disqus for Madame Rubies