Once, when I was a child, I memorized (because of school) a poem about the ocean. I had never seen an ocean; I live several hundred miles inland on a giant continent. But, I learned a poem about the ocean: the way the spray flies through the air, the way the wind sings, the wayContinueContinue reading “The poetry of life”
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Ash Wednesday shenanigans
On Wednesday I sneezed myself awake with a singular sneeze. I’ve been sleeping on the basement couch these past few days, having picked up a bug from a family member. The sneeze was super nasty–the kind of sneeze you sneeze after you’ve been sick for a couple of days and, at night, your sinuses areContinueContinue reading “Ash Wednesday shenanigans”
St. Max Kolbe plus Joshua plus Marshwiggles. Welcome to my brain.
Today is August 14. Today is the “Feast day” of St. Maximilian Kolbe. I did the math on the side of the desk-calendar the previous lady left here. On this day, ninety-four years ago, one of the infamous Nazi “doctors” walked down the stone steps into the dark dungeon where Kolbe had been left, withContinueContinue reading “St. Max Kolbe plus Joshua plus Marshwiggles. Welcome to my brain.”
Things I find interesting!! Discuss, discuss, discuss!
HALLO. So. Sometimes I come across things that stretch me, but maybe there doesn’t seem to be enough meat to include in a blog post. BUT. What if I just include several points? And then you can comment on every one, if wanted, or just one. Or whatever. It’s your internet, too. Drum-roll! Trumpets! MayContinueContinue reading “Things I find interesting!! Discuss, discuss, discuss!”
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”
Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango
I’m too old for this, but I still dance in our living room, and the worst part is that I still make my mom watch, like I’m four-and-a-half. “Mom,” I say, “watch what I learned in Argentine Tango class last week,” and I push-lean against a kitchen chair and trace my toes in sultry circlesContinueContinue reading “Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango”
But, even if He does not…
Every day I’ve been praying my Christmas novena, repeating the words the fifteen times I’m supposed to. I pray it in the kitchen or in church or in bed, on my fingers or my rosary or my bracelet’s beads, praying about the “hour and moment at which the Son of God was born,” and thatContinueContinue reading “But, even if He does not…”
Grandparents and faith
Last Sunday was Grandparent’s day, which, let’s be real, is probably a Hallmark holiday. But, I’m Catholic and it doesn’t take much of an excuse to get me to celebrate, so that’s just that. My father had a set of parents. His mother died when I was young, so young that memories of the newsContinueContinue reading “Grandparents and faith”
Prodigal Father
What if every morning, in that moment when you’re first aware of yourself and life and breath once more, that very moment is the same moment when God’s heart leaps and He thinks to Himself, with arms outstretched, “Maybe this is the day! Maybe today will be the day she comes back! And I willContinueContinue reading “Prodigal Father”
That one time St. Joseph broke it down for me
So, I started writing this on the feast of St. Joseph, but it ended up being too long. So, I’ve split it into a few posts to avoid TL;DR. Enjoy. The theme of this post is mustard yellow. Mustard yellow is different from the bright, lemon yellow or the straight Crayola variety; mustard yellow isContinueContinue reading “That one time St. Joseph broke it down for me”
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