To tell you the truth, I am in an extended moment of brain-wave loss. After a three-month absence, I went to writers group this week and was asked for one word to describe the summer. A black hole of chaos, I said. That's more than one word, they said. I actually had way more than one word to describe our summer, but in the end the word that clung was zapped.
I feel zapped.
Everyone's fine, things are OK, we're not in a bad way. I'm just zapped.
So instead of writing about how insane I felt getting a child into secondary school, how tired I am, how good a long visit with my mother has been, how frustrated I feel about Europe's refugee crisis, how wildly brilliant the Sufjan Stevens gig was, I'm just going to give you some links to love. And a wee hello. And I'll see you again here soon...ish.
Our friends welcomed four precious babies into the world on Asher's birthday. Their journey is heart-wrenching and beautiful and terrifying. Read their blog, follow their facebook page, support them as they endure months on bedrest and in the nicu, and pray for their tender wee ones.
I feel like I could've written nearly every word of this post on being a - legal, welcomed, yet still afraid - immigrant.
Who said it: Donald Trump or Lucille Bluth? I scored ridiculously low for being so well-acquainted with the Bluth family.
If you find yourself in a period of waiting, check out my latest piece at Vital on Scriptures when you need peace of mind.
Finally, do you need some new good music? Check out this 21-song sampler from The Record Machine. Pay what you want and all proceeds go to the Midwest Music Foundation.