Print on print/ brown on brown

On Sunday I went to mass and some teenagers were doing a great job lectoring. Homegirl second reading (I think) went up to the ambo with a polka dot shirt and a striped skirt and I was like, “Shut the door, girl, you’re making it count.” Because all of the people know that I’m proContinueContinue reading “Print on print/ brown on brown”

Family life family time

I live with my family. The direction we’re going is: in Catholic culture, we talk a lot about “community life” meaning, that life when you’re living with other people. And usually the verdict is that it’s hard and rough and requires virtue and more virtue to make it through. Maybe. But, I’m partial to thatContinueContinue reading “Family life family time”

Canticle of two youths and the OPPOSITE of a fiery furnace

I believe in being honest with God because, really, if you’re not honest with Him, who can you be honest with? And on Monday or Tuesday I honestly said, “God, how about some snail mail?” And God and Juli-YEAH and the United States Postal Service delivered. Snail mail from Juli-YEAH AW YISS. So, to provideContinueContinue reading “Canticle of two youths and the OPPOSITE of a fiery furnace”

Marks in all shades

I’ve been reading a few things online about those multiple shades of grey (but not many things, because as a child I learned about “be careful, little eyes, what you see,” and, even though I wasn’t aware of the internet then, I’m aware of it now, and the truth of the phrase still remains.) IContinueContinue reading “Marks in all shades”

I’m still alive, don’t worry

And suddenly: it was Monday! My goal is always to get out at least three posts per week. But, sometimes things just fall apart, apparently. What’s been hopping? Well, for one, the offices where I work are moving to new offices, which means moving has been happening on the work-front. Is that exciting enough toContinueContinue reading “I’m still alive, don’t worry”

“On Tuesday…”

For reasons of shared-pastor, our priest doesn’t celebrate mass at my small-church on Tuesdays. Usually a substitute priest will celebrate instead, or a deacon, or this one guy who is in the diaconate program. If all else fails, though, I’m asked to cover in a communion service featuring the day’s readings, the already-consecrated Eucharist, andContinueContinue reading ““On Tuesday…””