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Do not even try to discuss our culture until you have read the literature. [a must read for any femcels and friends - Gaby]
They finally cropped Sarah’s name out of her most shared tweet.
We think Blake Masters should have dug his heels in on the contraceptive comment #MAGA.
Culinary woulds:
This week, Clare made some nice chicken thighs with creamed spinach. She ate them with something called “spaghetti.” You can see them pictured below. Tomorrow, she is going to hang out with one of her engaged couple friends where she is going to make a Thai soup, because the female part of this couple suffers from Crohn’s disease, and paid her the highest compliment in the world, that “when [Clare] cooks it’s almost like [her friend doesn’t] have to take her medicine.” One of the priests at her church also paid her a compliment tonight: “I feel like you could make a magical soup or tea to heal someone.” He followed that up with a request for a soup to heal one of the seminarians of his lingering cough. Lastly, also for church, she is going to make a corn salad that she’s been dreaming up in her mind. Updates to come next week on all of this. Like and subscribe!
[Clare literally went viral when she posted this. Girls’ first numbers 🥲. –Sarah]
Sarah moved home and, as promised, really didn’t cook that much at all this week! Tomorrow she is preparing sides for her small group picnic. If you have salad recipes PLEASE REPLY TO THIS EMAIL I NEED GOOD SALAD IDEAS. Thanks :) [i will send you my feta cranberry spinach salad - Gaby]
Gaby prepped a monster batch of chocolate chip cookie dough. She froze it and will break it out for events, as needed. She also baked blueberry scones, which went over well with her friends.
Chris (not a girl!) ate ice cream.
Seeds
Sarah is planting these for maple syrup.
Music:
Clare went to a bluegrass festival called DelFest with her dad on Saturday, where she heard this song, which has been stuck in her head ever since. Lots of other good music. She’ll probably tell you something about it some time.
Sarah went to great lengths searching for this song after she heard it at the church young adults group. Her friend found it based on the lyrics the next week.
Poem:
Sara in Her Father’s Arms
Cell by cell the baby made herself, the cells
Made cells. That is to say
The baby is made largely of milk. Lying in her father’s arms, the little seed eyes
Moving, trying to see, smiling for us
To see, she will make a household
To her need of these rooms—Sara, little seed,
Little violent, diligent seed. Come let us look at the world
Glittering: this seed will speak,
Max, words! There will be no other words in the world
But those our children speak. What will she make of a world
Do you suppose, Max, of which she is made.
—
George Oppen, from New Collected Poems, 1962 [I thought this would be a nice one as a sort of a pro-life anthem, plus it has both Sarag and Max’s names in it. —C] [That’s really sweet, Clare- I liked this one a lot. –Sarah] [i Felt Something i am weeping this is a keeper - Gaby]
What we’re reading:
Clare returned to Thérèse of Lisieux’s Story of a Soul and has been reading little passages from it. More Bible. More Adrienne von Speyr. Who knows.
Sarah is still reading Middlemarch with great relish but few comments.
Gaby is reading a couple of books, she thinks. She cannot quite remember where she is on her reading list. She plans on reading for a while in the sun this week. Gaby picked up some Gabriel Garcia Marquez (en espanol!) and is halfway through Ender’s Game.
Exhortations:
Come on, you Christian soldiers, show the world your light can shine. Get on this Gospel ladder and don’t be afraid to climb.
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