Why I Choose to Eat My Own

If there is an occasion where I am asked to bring a food item or dessert, you can bank on the fact that out of the enormous amount of food items present I will choose to eat my own.

I’m not sure where this ranks on the Weirdness Scale, but since I am so very consistent in this habit (ask my friends and family), something inside me tells me that it is definitely strange and that it probably ranks a 3 or 4 on the W.S.

A score of 10 on the Weirdness Scale would be something along the lines of bringing a Pink Molded Tuna Mousse to a potluck. (#gag #Ijustthrewupalittle #Ineedtostoptalkingabouttunamousse #gagagain)

tuna mousse

I only bring this up because my brother was telling me about a potluck retirement dinner they had at their church on Saturday and a woman brought a pink molded tuna mousse to share. O-kay, I accept that this nasty, obviously alien-inspired creation might only rank as a 7 on the Weirdness Scale, but my brother also told me that the woman CALLED him the week before to make certain that no one else had signed up to bring a TUNA MOUSSE. (That confirmation call kicked this tuna mousse right on up to a 10 on the W.S.)

What planet is this person from? Who eats this stuff? (#justthrewupalittle #again) Am I the weird one?

I may score a 3 (possible 4) for always choosing to eat my own potluck dish – but can you blame me when the world is full of  Pink Molded Tuna Mousse bringers? (#hurlinginthebowl)

IS this weird? Would you eat Tuna Mousse?

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Turn it up!


God used music to heal us.

Every Saturday and Wednesday my articles are featured on Moms of Faith – Mom blog, but you don’t have to be a mom to visit, no one will check you at the door for mom parts. 😉

Over there you’ll find a different side of me than is usually present here at clothedwithJoy and it’s been a growing experience for me to push myself in this way.

This week I’ve written about music, worship and the healing that it has brought our family. Check it out at the link provided here – “Turn It Up, Mom!”

Thanks! – Rebecca



I’ve recently signed on to write two articles a week on a faith based mom blog. Since I haven’t written for someone else on a schedule since college it’s exhilarating and intimidating at the same time.

It’s not the writing that intimidates me, I’m a Mawrtyr – no, I didn’t spell that wrong and no, I’m not dead. I am, however, a graduate of Bryn Mawr, and if Bryn Mawr taught me nothing else, it DID teach me to write.



As a freshmen I came to BMC with NO writing skills whatsoever. None. Four years later – well, I’m pretty sure I was writing perfectly penned papers in my sleep. (Close to twenty years have elapsed – twelve of which I was an expat – the writing skilz have tarnished a bit.)

I am now scheduled to submit two articles every Tuesday. Thankfully, I’m also not a procrastinator. Memories of Freshman English papers due every Monday for two whole semesters swirl about my head – I think all but one of mine were completed, printed and ready to turn in before the weekend ever started. Seriously. I am not a last minute person – I like my stuff done. It aids me in maintaining what my brother terms my “zen-like” state.

Time is not the issue.

Inspiration. Inspiration is the tricky little thing. The truth is, it’s all around us but, like smoke, it’s gone with the wind if you don’t capture it – in that moment. This is where my lovely iPhone 5s comes in handy – I’ve totally converted to talk texting and talk note taking.


These days if you see me walking through the grocery store you might catch me talking to my phone in a conspiring whisper and saying something like, “take out ham.” Yes, my life has been changed.

This little device is all kinds of useful when it comes to preserving ideas that pop in and out of my head at inopportune moments.  Like church.

I am insanely inspired with things to write about while in church. Yikes! I’m not so uncouth as to talk my notes, so I have to type them, discretely, during the service. Generally, this is a fiasco because,

1. I must have fat fingertips because I can’t seem to type any of the right letters. Ever.

2. I’m sure the people around me think I am texting during church.

Obviously, I would never. I’m just taking notes. For things I’m going to write later.