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About Carrie Willard

Carrie Willard lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband, two young sons, and three ridiculous dogs. She is a recovering lawyer, clergy spouse, clergy kid, food and cooking aficionada, musical theater junkie, anxious mess, redeemed sinner, and blogger at curessa.wordpress.com. Her family attends Palmer Memorial Episcopal Church in Houston.

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    Beautiful Messes (and Not-So-Beautiful Ones, Too)

    Beautiful Messes (and Not-So-Beautiful Ones, Too)

    Once upon a time, I wrote about how I gave birth to a miniature version of myself. My worst fear about motherhood is that the world would have another version of me in it. That fear came true, but not really, because as I wrote before, my son is a slightly improved version of me. Or […]

    Gatorade and Gum and the Grace of Christmas

    Gatorade and Gum and the Grace of Christmas

    When my parents were first married, my dad was enlisted in the Army. They lived far away from family and had no money, and so letter-writing was the way they kept in touch. For months, my grandmother sent letters several times a week, instructing my parents (her son and daughter-in-law): “For healthy children, drink a […]

    O Come Thou Dayspring (and Grandparents, too)

    O Come Thou Dayspring (and Grandparents, too)

    “Would you like to see what you got me for Christmas?” Starting this time of year, this is the refrain in my home. I am a gift person. My husband is … not. I love selecting, buying, and wrapping gifts. He … doesn’t. I could blame the hectic Advent schedule at church (he’s clergy), but […]

    Eleanor Oliphant Is (Not) Completely Fine

    Eleanor Oliphant Is (Not) Completely Fine

    I’ve just finished the novel Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman. Based on the stamp of approval from Reese Witherspoon on the front cover, I expected it to be a fluffy airplane read. My adorable-celebrity-as-book-recommender stereotype is misdirected, apparently, because this was not a story of a suburban mom “addicted” to shopping and eyelash […]

    Grace in Grandparenting

    Grace in Grandparenting

    My mom’s parents died when she was very young, and so the only grandparents I knew as a child were my father’s parents, who lived in the same town that we did. They were gracious babysitters, but my grandmother’s quirks were difficult, and they only got more challenging after my grandfather died when I was […]

    This Old House

    This Old House

    I asked my mom once if she believed in ghosts. She never seemed afraid of much of anything, and so I figured if she wasn’t afraid of them, it probably wasn’t worth bothering working myself up over them, either. “I don’t know about ghosts,” she replied. “But I do wish my mother could come visit […]

    We Are All One Bad Day from Derailing a City Zoning Meeting

    We Are All One Bad Day from Derailing a City Zoning Meeting

    Meet Lisa. She just moved here. Nobody is helping her, and she has had enough of that. Btw, this was at a zoning meeting for Portillos in Davenport, Iowa. pic.twitter.com/9yYbvcZyr8 — Collin Strajack (@collinstrajack) July 10, 2018 Her “testimony,” for lack of a better term, is misguided at best. She is getting a divorce, but […]

    There's a Wideness in God's Mercy

    There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy

    My husband is the rector, or head pastor, of a church in Houston, and we live in a rectory, which is a house owned and maintained by the church. You might know it as a parsonage or a manse. In our fifteen years of marriage, we’ve lived in four different houses, but this is our […]

    We Are All Sad Ben Affleck on a Beach with a Back Tattoo

    We Are All Sad Ben Affleck on a Beach with a Back Tattoo

    When I first clicked through to the New Yorker piece, “The Great Sadness of Ben Affleck,” I’ll admit that it felt a little bit like seeing the sad ex-boyfriend of a close friend. The momentary thrill of schadenfreude: “you’ve done her wrong, and look at how that worked out for you.” Ben Affleck is not […]

    Existential Angst, Just in Time for Mother's Day

    Existential Angst, Just in Time for Mother’s Day

    I almost didn’t have children. I can hardly say that sentence aloud now, now that I am a mother, without choking on the words. I almost chose not to have children. I did not want the world to have more of me in it. When I say that aloud now, people laugh, as though I’m […]

    I Have Summoned You by Name

    I Have Summoned You by Name

    When my husband and I were dreaming of names for our firstborn, we had a great book called The Baby Name Wizard by Laura Wattenburg. Actually, my amazon order history tells me that we bought the book a full year and a half before our son was born, so we were really getting a jump on […]

    Everything Happens for a Reason ... And Other Lies I've Loved

    Everything Happens for a Reason … And Other Lies I’ve Loved

    My mom has a very useful phrase that, because she’s our mom, my siblings and I use to mock her mercilessly: “Gently but firmly.” “Gently but firmly” works for closing the microwave door, breaking up with a bad boyfriend, and asking for a raise. It doesn’t work for everything — sometimes a person has to […]