For our family, the past three months have been a time that we’ve had less opportunity to spend time with my husband, Jim, because he has been on his busiest work rotation. On the very last day of his rotation, we were waiting for Jim to return from work before starting dinner. As we waited that day, he kept on getting delayed. All of us were tired from the day and hungry for dinner (also a bit crabby). A recent conversation with my friend Marta kept coming to mind. After two months of not having dinner with her husband, she said, “I realized that the very experience of not being able to spend so much time together makes this waiting for another real. Instead of distracting my son from the fact that my husband is not around, this can be the starting point to show and experience what waiting is.” Marta’s words kept coming to mind, however, and challenged me to live that evening differently and to encourage my kids to do so too. So as our expected dinner hour came and went and my daughter Lia asked why we were not eating, I told her that yes, it … Read More
Well-Read Mom member Missy Christensen contacted us after the recent shooting at Tree of Life, a Conservative Jewish synagogue in Pittsburg, to share how she was impacted in a new way because of her experience with Well-Read Mom. As a busy homeschool mom of six, who would rather read a classic novel than about current events, I wanted to ignore the headlines about the latest mass shooting. I didn’t want to know the reasons, the details, the victims. But then I kept seeing Pittsburgh as I scrolled through the newsfeeds. Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh, with its cobblestone roads, its trolley cars, its grass-filled parks, its majestic libraries. I came to intimately know Pittsburgh while reading Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood. Pittsburgh had its Scot Irish part of town, its black part of town, and, no doubt it had its Jewish part of town. Pittsburgh had been wounded. So, I clicked. And then I wept. I wept with my new friend, Asher Lev, who at the tender age of six had already been impacted by the accusations that his people crucified Christ. Asher showed me how marginalized Jews really feel in our country and in our world. I became aware of what a … Read More
The following poem is reprinted from the Well-Read Mom ‘Year of the Mother’ Journal. My Shawl by Charlotte Ostermann I sit and knit a shawl to warm my soul When winds begin to howl and darkness falls, To weave, to tie, to join and be made whole — My life’s work bundled here within these walls. As back and forth my fingers ply their trade And prayers are woven into cloth with dreams My soul is not confined, nor thoughts constrained But freed to fly by hands content with seams. This seeming smallness of my daily world, The tiny stitches of a humble life, Will add up to my glory by God’s grace When at time’s end my knitting is unfurled And all my works as woman, mother, wife Have made a home for me before His face. Charlotte Ostermann is a speaker and author of Souls at Rest. She lives on a ‘farm wannabe’ near Lawrence, Kansas.
By Susanna Parent “Do you want to join a Well Read Mom book club?” I tilted my head and looked at my friend confusedly. “A Well Read Mom group? But we aren’t moms or even married yet.” Over the next few minutes my friend explained to me what Well Read Mom was and how she wanted to start a group with our friends and maybe we could call ourselves the Well Read Ladies. Having recently graduated I was craving something to keep me engaged intellectually and with our group starting our first year in the Year of the Friend, I couldn’t think of a better time to begin. Our initial group began with a small number, many of us recent college graduates. Our states in life were varied: some single, a couple of us newly married and even a few pregnant. Over the course of our few years together, women in our group have given birth to children and some have moved away; yet we continue to journey on, our group evolving with time. One of the first books we read during the Year of the Friend was a book by American Novelist, Anthony Doerr. I had never heard of … Read More
By Marcie Stokman “You’re not going to read this huge book, are you?” Pete put my anxiety into words as he thumbed through our yellowed copy of Les Miserables last May. “How am I going to read this massive novel?” I panicked, “Why did we put this big old book on the list anyway? This is asking too much.” Then an idea struck, “I know! I’ll suggest to my group that since we’ve been faithful with the reading all year-long, we should take a break and watch the movie instead. The ladies will probably be relieved,” I reasoned. But walking into my group, there came Linda, raving about Les Miserables. “I apologize for starting the book early,” she was saying, “but I need to get going on it and oh my, the writing is absolutely beautiful. And the surprising thing is it’s not so hard. It reads easy and the beauty! Oh, the beauty!” So much for suggesting the movie. Instead, I went home and began to read Les Miserables. This is why I need to be accompanied, to overcome my objections. I wish it weren’t so, but each time I pick up the next Well-Read Mom book, the mental … Read More