Hello dear readers! We’re a few days into May, and things have been pretty grey and dreary around here. I am by no means eager for summer - give me grey and drizzly over high temps any day - but I would be happy to finally put away the winter coats. Our entrance hall is a giant mess of rain coats, winter coats, light jackets, rain boots, sneakers, sandals, ankle boots… I’m ready for the weather to just pick a lane. As much as I dislike the heat, I think parents everywhere can agree that the huge plus of the warmer months is not having to harass children to put on their socks and outer layers.
A note to my paid subscribers: I have suspended payments for this Substack, so you won’t be charged after this month. I don’t know if or when I will reactivate payments, but if I do I will make sure to give some warning so you don’t get hit with a charge you weren’t expecting. Of course you can go ahead and cancel your paid subscription permanently, too.
I have been having a bit of an existential crisis about what and how I want to write online, and I’m taking a break from most writing on this platform until I figure some of that out. I’m an over-sharer by nature, and that was a big part of my decision to get off Instagram - the platform encourages constant sharing, and I found myself unable to hold boundaries about what I shared there, or even to know what those boundaries should be. Substack has been healthier in this regard in that longer form writing is less vulnerable to impulsive over-sharing, but I’m still trying to work out what is appropriate to write about here.
So while I do a bit of thinking and not a lot of public writing, I’m removing the paid tier in order to relieve pressure from myself and so that I don’t exploit the good will of those of you generous enough to pay me for my writing.
petits plaisirs
For various reasons, I find it really hard to buy things we don’t strictly need, even if money isn’t an issue. This is particularly true for household items, which means I often find myself wishing x or y thing wasn’t so drab or just not to my liking. When we got married, we didn’t register for gifts because we truly didn’t feel like we needed anything, but of course this was a mistake because people got us gifts anyway and many of them were things not to our (my) taste. Last year I finally got rid of the crockery we’d been using since our wedding which I hated afresh every time I served dinner, and also permitted myself to buy a few new mugs.
One of my goals this summer, to help me through the months I like least, is to learn how to make a few new summery cocktails, but I was aware that we don’t have any suitable glasses. With this pretext, last week I picked up four really pretty glasses that will be perfect for long drinks. I’ve used them a couple of times already for soft drinks and it’s amazing how much of a pleasure it is to drink out of a nice glass versus the ones from IKEA that do the job but are purely functional. Of course, that pleasure would probably diminish if I bought such things all the time, so the occasional indulgence in such expenditures is key.
thoughts
I loved this piece by
at about Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters, and it prompted me to start listening to it on Audible. In her piece, Elise writes “I owe my discovery of Elizabeth Gaskell to a high school senior I met when subbing for one of my coworkers. It’s nice to think that God’s providence applies to the smaller joys in life, as much as to the greater joys. For without this specific subbing job, I don’t know if, even now, I would have discovered Gaskell’s books.”Well, that providential serendipity continued when I started listening to the novel. I happened to start it on my way to visit the Chapel of the Miraculous Medal on Rue du Bac, these things seeming, to me, entirely unconnected. But a few days later, I was reading a little about Elizabeth Gaskell and discovered that she wrote parts of “Wives and Daughters” whilst lodging on Rue du Bac! It felt like a little wink from God, a reminder that He weaves together the most seemingly insignificant aspects of our lives to remind us of His hand in all.
So thanks, Elise, for encouraging me to read (well, listen to) this wonderful novel - I’m about 1/3 of the way through and I adore it - and reminding me that God is in the apparently unimportant details, too.
la vie en france
In mid-April, we went on a fairly last minute vacation to Crete. I guess due to timings of school vacations, the majority of guests in our (large) hotel were either French or British, and most people had kids. It was super interesting to see the difference in parenting play out in real time. The French parents were definitely more willing to give their kids a stern talking to if the children were being disruptive in communal areas. British parents, generally speaking, seemed somewhat more… overwhelmed by their children’s antics. That’s not to say the British parents let their kids get away with anything - I sometimes saw British parents offering a stern word too - but there was something distinctive in the way that French parents would make it very clear what the problem was, expect a prompt change of comportment, and then resume friendlier tones right away. I hope I can perfect the art some day.
what’s cooking
I haven’t cooked anything worth reporting lately, but I am planning to bake my favourite coffee-walnut cake for a guest over the Pentecost holiday (a national holiday here). What makes this recipe great is that it calls for ground walnuts - just 30 seconds in the food processor - rather than walnut pieces, which makes it ideal for children who complain about nuts in cakes, whilst retaining that delightful coffee/nut flavour combination. My body won’t let me drink coffee more than a couple of times per week, but I love coffee flavoured anything, and this recipe is truly superb.
things i thought were good
This is over a month old now, but I was so heartened by this piece from
about the “boom” in adult baptisms in France and Belgium. Our current parish is so vibrant and full of people who just really love Jesus and Mary in a very pure way, but I had always assumed I just got lucky. I certainly don’t think all parishes are as alive with the love of God, but it was so beautiful to read that the Holy Spirit is moving in this very concrete way in countries that have seen so much decline in the faith for so many years. Praise God!I stumbled upon this piece about the pastor at the Anglophone parish where I was received into the Church, where we were married, and where all my children were baptised. I no longer go to that church, and I realised I hadn’t heard from dear Fr. Aidan in a while, so I looked him up and found this article. Not only is it always moving and heartening to read about priests who truly live their lives in a very sacrificial way, but in all the years I knew Fr. Aidan and attended his Masses, went through RCIA with him, and met with him outside of church, he never mentioned any of this except in this vaguest possible sense. I feel lucky to have been shepherded by such a humble man and grateful for such priests in our Church. Once again, praise God!
That’s all for now, dear ones. Thanks for reading, I truly appreciate it! God bless.