We are grateful, dear readers, for the time you’ve spent here on Golden Hours this Christmas. Lanier and I have enjoyed every minute. Reader Lorrie has won the drawing for a copy of The Awakening of Miss Prim. Congratulations, Lorrie, and many thanks to all who commented and shared Golden Hours posts on social… Continue Reading We Have a Give-Away Winner
Miss Prim arrived at the appointed time in the early afternoon carrying a tray of freshly baked cakes. After almost three months in the village, she knew that tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, fine pastries, and a good liqueur were essential to any social gathering there. ‘It surprised me too at first, but I’ve… Continue Reading The Anti-Resolution—And a Give-Away!
There are two speeds: Advent-speed and Christmas-speed. I don’t know about you, but around mid-December the former fades. Thanks for the memories—fireside readings with the family, meditating about all that is to come, eight hours of sleep, breathing… Nowadays, I am jacked up on Christmas. Which is kind of fun but also not so pretty.… Continue Reading Advent Speed Versus Christmas Speed (and the Case of the Yellow Ramekins)
It is no-screen Sunday, and I am tired. Nevertheless, I cannot let the evening pass without wishing the Interwebs a most happy and blessed beginning to Advent. The first, brave purple taper shines! All in all, a good day at the Boggs household. Not perfect, mind you. Twas packed with church and chores and tree-twirling… Continue Reading Greater Than
“I need the church to remind me of reality: time is not a commodity that I control, manage, or consume. The practice of liturgical time teaches me, day by day, that time is not mine. It does not revolve around me. Time revolves around God—what he has done, what he is doing, and what he… Continue Reading The Waiting Way (And a Recipe)
We have cool friends. Seriously. Friday night, two of them hosted a Michaelmas party. The spouse and I went—with bells on. The gathering was billed as “an evening of readings and song,” and so it was. Following a crazy-talented singer-songwriter, a number of English madrigals performed acapella, a historian, an autumnal sonnet by Lanier, and… Continue Reading Happy—Michaelmas?
This past Sunday was All Saints’ Day, a day on the liturgical calendar that carries a certain mystique—and perhaps an air of ghostliness, especially for my Evangelical friends. Ever-accommodating to the every-Sunday-is-Resurrection-Sunday set—his congregation is smack dab in the heart of the South—our Anglican church pastor (dare I say priest?) explained how All Saints’ marks… Continue Reading I Want It All
“I’ve known thin places all my life, but I didn’t have the language for them until I took a trip to Ireland a few years back… Thin places are transparent places or moments, set apart by the quality of the sunlight in them, or the shadows, or the silence, or the sounds—see how many variations… Continue Reading The Kiss
“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he’d had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to… Continue Reading Stone by Stone
We always love to hear from readers, and this little note is no exception: “I was catching up on Golden Hours today and I was inspired by Lanier writing about her mom having tea with her and her sister everyday. So I had tea with the girls when they got home from school. It was… Continue Reading The Problem with Blogging
Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return. You know it’s time for a change when your kid corrects you. It was during family dinnertime, when I was waxing sarcastic about a woman we know who posted on social media daily photos of sunsets and rainbows and dolphins, along with encouraging (but… Continue Reading Why I Gave Up Snark for Lent
Dear Lanier, It was terribly clever of you to type up an agenda for our little writers’ luncheon yesterday. Without it, I fear we would have held court for even longer than the three hours we occupied our corner of the café. (Although it wasn’t so much our corner, was it? Seeing as despite the… Continue Reading Dear Lanier—Writers’ Luncheon
“There is nothing that makes me happier than sitting around the dinner table and talking until the candles are burned down.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet As you’ve likely gathered, the content in this small corner of the web is unapologetically old-fashioned. A new-fashioned concept—at least to those of us outside Scandinavia—is… Continue Reading How Are You Hygge-ing?
A proper piece of poetry should stand on its own—no poem worth its salt should require a backstory. But I don’t claim to be a poet, so here it is: I am reeling from a recent rejection. I talk a big talk about dusting myself off and try, try, trying again. And again. About how the… Continue Reading Last Girl Standing, A Poem (Plus Backstory)
We have a give-away winner! Misty Krasawski, a pristine copy of Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking On Water is headed your way! Thanks to all of you for your comments, encouragements, warm wishes–and for helping spread the word about Golden Hours. Lanier and I have loved working on Golden Hours–from Advent to Epiphany–and we toasted GH last… Continue Reading We Have a Winner! And Cheers to ALL of You…