by Margaret Philbrick | Mar 26, 2020 | Family, Uncategorized
Dear Mom, I’m sorry I can’t visit you. Your facility has locked down because of the Coronavirus and only outside, paid caregivers are allowed. This is unfair, but Aunt Mary always said, “Life isn’t fair.” Have you noticed how you can’t recognize anyone because of the...
by Margaret Philbrick | Feb 24, 2020 | Devotion, Faith, Home, New life
Often my husband and I walk our dog Snuggles and talk about the next thing we want to build, lately that conversation has centered around how our baby church plant is growing up, a new garage or filling the massive potholes where we park our car. Building is tangible,...
by Margaret Philbrick | Jan 21, 2020 | Faith, Love
“What happened to your foster daughter?” We hear this question often, for many people knew and loved the Liberian princess who disappeared from our lives unexpectedly. The short form of the story tells the facts, without the emotional toll. She returned to Boston in...
by Margaret Philbrick | Dec 16, 2019 | Advent
Did you make your bed this morning? Do you have an attachment to your bed which causes you to look at it as your safe zone, safe haven, safe harbor? How would you describe your bed to someone who’d never seen it or been in it? Over the past seven years we’ve...
by Margaret Philbrick | Dec 9, 2019 | Advent
I Love Him! Yes, my husband and Jesus and Ted D. Bear which is his formal name. In his younger days he went by just Ted until the insane “Ted” movie series came out. This blasphemed and confused him, forcing him to take his formal, full name to maintain his innocent...
by Margaret Philbrick | Dec 3, 2019 | Love
A single question, asked on this couch changed everything. Thirty-one years ago today I lived in a tiny apartment in Chicago on Dearborn street, worked in an advertising agency and stopped for groceries at Treasure Island after getting off the El-train. Snowflakes...
by Margaret Philbrick | Nov 4, 2019 | Growing Life, Home
We couldn’t wait to get here. A gale force wind seemed to blow us across the Illinois border. Everything fell into place, even our dog loved her new life on Langdon. What dog wouldn’t love finding discarded pizza slices lying on the ground with every morning walk?...
by Margaret Philbrick | Sep 9, 2019 | Faith, New life, Writing
Today I turned the page on a fall tradition, school. No one is in school! After decades of teaching writing, or packing my children’s backpacks, or heading off to school myself, I’m sitting at my writing desk sans school. We live in a new city, in the midst of an...
by Margaret Philbrick | Aug 5, 2019 | Culture, Reading
During our Fourth of July family time, between nighttime firework explosions of “Opera Man” and “The Japanese Flower” we talked about summer reading. I well remember the days of trotting the kids off to the local library and signing them up for summer reading...
by Margaret Philbrick | May 8, 2019 | Gardening, Gratitude, Growing Life, Home, Hope, Seasons
Dear kids, Sorry, but we are packing boxes and probably annoying you with photos of random pieces of art accompanied by, “Do you want this?” May 24th is coming and then we’ll stop. We bought our little french cottage in February of 1991 and when we took your...
