The Call: Animalia — Cheryl This is Luke’s laundry. Most everything has a Puma on it — or a white, orange, and blue horse.

The Call: Peacock — Jessica I was too late to make it to Mass for my third order meeting this morning. So instead, I sat in the quiet of the garden. And waited. I soon noticed the peacock and the broken iron cage that use to keep him caged. Now, in his freedom, he remains, […]

The Call: Piles & Piles — Jessica When people find out that I have seven children, one of the typical responses is something like, “How do you do it? I can barely manage one (or two).” “Well,” I reply (channeling Rodney Dangerfield), “Not very well — have you seen my house?” Well, now you have […]

The Call: Piling Up — Cheryl There are days when I just can’t be troubled to do laundry. Within a week, I inevitably regret that decision. The Response: So, What’s for Dinner? — Jessica As a child, I was a very picky eater. Often, after turning my nose up at another dinner, my poor frustrated […]

The Call: Folding Poetry — Cheryl My fingers grasp the linen. My eyes check edge alignment. I make sure the folds are crisp, The fabric without wrinkle. The tablecloth you left me Must be completely perfect, Before I pack it away Forever. The Response: Plenty to Fold Tonight — Jessica …seven loads later, I can […]