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Me and My House

Retired Columns

From “Life in the Sandwich” to “Special Needs Mama” to “Zen and the Art of Child Maintenance”—they’re all here for you to explore.

Birthing Stories

It never ceases to amaze me how women — mothers — tell their birth stories. The mamas of the toddler gymnastics class are virtual strangers to me. I don’t know…

Me and My House | March 2009 | By Elrena Evans


Home

This time, as my pregnancy has progressed and I’ve watched my daughter and son together, I didn’t expect to feel these feelings again. I know beyond all possible doubt that…

Me and My House | February 2009 | By Elrena Evans


Squeak

I’ve always felt like a bad feminist for being afraid of bugs and other assorted pests — I can drive a car, I can vote, I can go to college,…

Me and My House | January 2009 | By Elrena Evans


Magnificat

I understand things when I dance. I spend so much time living in my head, but there’s a kinetic understanding in movement I don’t have otherwise, particularly around subjects related…

Me and My House | December 2008 | By Elrena Evans


Angels and Insects

I’d rather my children be who God created them to be, encompassing not only their unique gifts and talents and personhoods, but where and when they were born, and yes,…

Me and My House | November 2008 | By Elrena Evans


Stepping Stones

Fall brings a sudden cluster of milestones: my daughter weans, my son turns one. The colder weather hits my family hard. I am sick, then the children are sick, then…

Me and My House | November 2008 | By Elrena Evans


Christ’s Own Forever

I can’t answer. It is too real, too urgent: my child being baptized, being brought into the family of Christ, while another one of God’s children lies on the floor…

Me and My House | August 2008 | By Elrena Evans


The Church without Walls

“I can’t do this,” I tell my husband. And I sob. I want to go to church this morning, I’ve been looking forward to bringing my son to church since…

Me and My House | July 2008 | By Elrena Evans


Green Galoshes

I want my daughter’s afternoon walk-turned-run to be perfect, her green galoshes bolstering her up into a world where everything is beautiful, everything is perfect, everything is Crayola-colored and hers…

Me and My House | June 2008 | By Elrena Evans


What’s in a Name?

I’ve been pondering the names we assign to things lately, and the relationship between the two: the name and the object, the sound and the signified, their arbitrary and sometimes…

Me and My House | June 2008 | By Elrena Evans


Saying No

I sometimes feel I can’t turn around without stubbing my toe on the God-as-parent metaphor, hand in hand with its twin, you-are-your-child’s-first-image-of-God.I love the idea of being God’s image for…

Me and My House | April 2008 | By Elrena Evans


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