Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Category Archives: Keep House and Carry On
I like to cook, people. Really like it–see my alternate life. Which is fortunate because I do a lot of it. But school lunches are my nemesis. It’s amazing how difficult it can be to find healthy lunch options … Continue reading
We love having guests. We always have, I guess. We would usually rather host something than have it elsewhere. We consider a week with people to dinner is a richer and better one than a week without. I have experienced … Continue reading
You’re not going to believe this. I don’t even believe it. People keep giving me kitchens, it’s like a theme. If you’ve been with me for a while, you may remember my precious English friend who showed up with food, … Continue reading
Norah: “Let’s sing that stack one, Mommy.” Me: “I’m not sure I know that one.” Norah: “Sure you do. ‘Stack the walls with all the holly, fa la la la la la la la la . . .’” Harriet, joining … Continue reading
Transition and settling in (and resettling in) is a sub-theme in my life. Last year I wrote a series called Starting Again: Five Things To Do And One Don’t and I’ve often used this space to ponder what it is that transforms … Continue reading
I painted a wooden car and wooden door hanger ($2) from the craft store with acrylics–it says “Hugh and” (the “and” because I haven’t filled in his little brother’s name yet). The reverse side is below. Hugh’s prized possession is … Continue reading
I know my decorating projects are funny. They are always homemade, often small-scale, never even remotely professional. But I have so much fun with it. This farmhouse we’re living in has two small adjoining bedrooms with a connecting door that … Continue reading
It’s a busy season in this household. There are more pots on the stove than arms to stir them. Sometimes my husband and I turn to each other for a hand and find the other is busier yet. We have, … Continue reading
This was our garden less than two weeks ago. We didn’t finish planting until the end of May, so the beets and lettuces were just barely peeking out and all the little baby plants were bravely holding their territory in … Continue reading