Essays

What if Pagan Festivals are Just Misinterpreted Yearnings for Christian Feast Days?

It feels like the climate of Mercury outside, only hotter.  The sun is out from practically sunrise to sunset.  And the lightning bugs have started appearing as soon as I tell my kids it’s time for them to go to bed causing long battles that always...

Accused of Being a ‘Becky’ While Minding My Own Business

I pass by the local middle school on my run route every morning.  Yesterday, I ran by as they were doing some sort of drill outside.  Several of the middle school males took a break from telling each other doody jokes and giving each other dutch...

A Sourdough Loaf of Lies and a Journey Towards Food Independence

            My grocery store made a bold claim.  Printed on the sticker of several loaves in the bakery were the words “Tastes just like San Francisco Sourdough Bread”.             For a few years,...

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: watching people sleep.  Though, I can’t be sure our motives for watching people are the same.  And I don’t sneak into other people’s...
A Facebook Exit and Reality, a Re-Introduction

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...

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My Journey Not to Get a New Puppy

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...

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Take Them a Meal, They Said.  It Will Be Fun, They Said.

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...

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Sometimes Lent Comes  Looking for You

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...

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In which I comment on a Magnificat cover

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."

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Don’t Look at Me, Little Baby!

Don’t Look at Me, Little Baby!

When my baby looks at me with a look of absolute love and adoration it can, at times, make me a little uncomfortable.   I say to her, “Now calm down there little baby.  You haven’t really gotten to know me. I am far from perfect and have many, many, many faults.” She...

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