The first time I made challah bread I didn’t know I needed to let the dough rest before forming it into long strands. I rolled, stretched and pulled, but the dough kept snapping back. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t cooperate, and I was getting frustrated. I turned to the internet to research and … Continue reading The Parable of the Well-Rested Dough
When I was on pilgrimage in Italy this summer, something surprised me: I found myself craving plateaus. There is a hike here in Virginia that I have done a couple of times called Crabtree Falls. It is up, up, up for 2 miles. A series of switchbacks and stairs to the top of a waterfall. … Continue reading Learning to Love Plateaus
On a Friday afternoon I sat criss-cross-applesauce on the carpet in my first-grade classroom. Our teacher held up a glass of water and asked if we thought it would be fuller, less full, or go unchanged over the weekend if she left it sitting by the window. Six-year-old me quickly raised my hand and proclaimed … Continue reading A Glass Half Empty?
Nick tells me when he was little, he had a pair of gerbils. Every night they would go to work, shuffling around their cage rearranging their wood chips. He would wake up each morning and find a new masterpiece. Sometimes he would find a huge hill piled up on one side, other times there would … Continue reading My Husband Thinks I’m A Gerbil
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