Well-Read Mom
My family loves taking road trips. My boys have grown up accustomed to the 700-mile drive from Kansas City (where we live) to Austin, Texas (where my husband is from) and so have become excellent travelers.
When We Discuss We Discover Written by Sophie Kolars In college while I was taking my required classes for my English minor, I vividly remember feeling so out of place among the other students. The professor would begin the class by pointing out important aspects of the book that we should know, but the rest…
As I wrestle with my inability to stay on top of everyday tasks, and as I try to prepare for the physical and mental demands of labor, I find myself struggling with the limitations of both my body and my love.
I will never forget that summer day out on the Chesapeake Bay. I was seeing a moment my father had been hoping for, maybe all his life.
One reason we read is to encounter human behavior as it actually is, to discern—through imagination—what we ought to do if placed in similar circumstances.
Why I Need Well-Read Mom Written By Marcie Stokman, Well-Read Mom Founder and President *Reprinted from Well-Read Mom’s Year of the Contemplative Reading Companion. (copyright 2018) Although it has been seven years since Year of the Contemplative and nine since our first Victor Hugo selection, it is wonderful to pause and reflect on the beauty…
When I learned that Victor Hugo originally intended his seminal novel to be titled “Notre Dame,” and that the “Hunchback of” was actually an unwanted addition, I felt forced to reconsider the whole novel as a study on Notre Dame as a teacher.
As I read Purgatorio during this season of Lent, I felt myself invited to consider my own attachments and ask myself what I am being invited to let go of. Through much prayer and reflection—and with the help of Dante and Virgil—I came to realize my own attachment to homeschooling.
If I could figure out a way to recommend books to people as a profession, I feel like I would have my life made.
Jesus and I are preparing for a hike together, just Him and me. He’s the experienced hiker so he’s checking my backpack. It’s so heavy. He looks up at me and says, “You don’t have to carry all this.” He invites me to just give some things up, to lay them at His feet. In fear, I clutch all my things and explain why I need them.