I pass by the local middle school on my run route every morning. Yesterday, I ran by as they were doing...
Essays
A Sourdough Loaf of Lies and a Journey Towards Food Independence
My grocery store made a bold...
What If Staring at People While They Sleep Isn’t Necessarily Psychopathic but a Misinterpreted Yearning to See the Sleeper as They Will Look When Perfected?
I share a common interest with psychopaths:...
Reading the Bible in a Year
For Realsies This Time I thought I’d try Father Mike Schmitz’s Bible in a Year podcast. This is not the first time I’ve tried the ole “Read the Bible in a Year” resolution. It’s probably the third or fourth try in as many years. I always start off strong...
A Facebook Exit and Reality, a Re-Introduction
My Facebook Exit had been a long time coming. The platform had started to make me uneasy a couple of years ago and not just because of the censoring or the privacy issues or the propagandizing or the politics or the ads popping up every time I had a conversation...
My Journey Not to Get a New Puppy
The journey began when our local animal shelter posted a dog for adoption. She was a Great Pyrenees mixed with Anatolian shepherd. She was fully grown and ready to be dropped into the life of a loving family. I’d looked into getting a Great Pyrenees...
What if the urge to go out drinking is actually a misinterpreted yearning for children?
Now hear me out. Whenever a new psychological theory is introduced, it always initially sounds preposterous. Children and drunk people seemingly appear to belong to two entirely different categories of people with which to hang out. But after...
Rebuilding the Temple to Make it More Ascetically Pleasing
“I want to start working out,” I told my husband. “I’ve been reading up on asceticism and the desert monks. I definitely think a little discipline and corporal discomfort could be just the boost I need in my spiritual life.” “But your life is fraught with daily...
Implementing a Daily Schedule for Peace in Your Homeschool Day
I often found myself lying in bed at night in my messy house, with the kids’ school half done, meals that were late (and a few only qualified as meals in the most technical sense of the word) and wondering “where did that whole day go?” Saint Paul said that Our Lord...
Take Them a Meal, They Said. It Will Be Fun, They Said.
On occasion I’d see sign-ups to take new moms a meal in my mom’s group but I never participated for two reasons: I had a very hairy dog and was paranoid some dog hair might make its way into the food, a social faux pas few can come back from. I’m not a great cook and...
Sometimes Lent Comes Looking for You
The first couple of Lents after my reversion to the Catholic faith were pretty intense. I undertook fasting diets that would have made Gandhi look like a glutton. I had prayer goals that the Seraphim wouldn’t have been able to keep up with. The pile of books I...
In which I comment on a Magnificat cover
I love this painting of Moses! He looks so based! "Yes I am a man wearing both pink and lavender. Say something. I dare you. I can snap you like a twig. I can, but I won't... ...which leads me to what's written on these here tablets."