by GK Chesterton This was a near perfect...
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8 April 2023 (Holy Saturday)
Children are naturally curious creatures and with so many under one roof coupled with the fact that we homeschool, we...
The Magna Charta
by James Daugherty This was a well-written...
A Second Grade Interpretation
One of #3's assignments last week was to illustrate the poem he'd memorized called 'The Owl and the Pussycat'. It was a love story that started with a courtship in a little pea-green boat and ended in marriage. It appears #3 got something entirely different out of...
I Asked for This
Following the birth of my most recent baby, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. Anxious medical personnel weighed Chux pads and injected me with various medicines to stop the hemorrhaging, but to no avail. The blood kept flowing. The doctor found some placental pieces left...
The Way of Perfection via Postpartum Motherhood
While pregnant, I started a book by Saint Theresa of Avila on contemplative prayer called The Way of Perfection. It was a book I’d bought years ago but hadn’t finished because I’ve had oatmeal-brain for the better part of a decade. It is a little known fact that it...
High Society Haunted House
“I love autumn dahling,” Nancy said from the back seat of their chauffeur driven Lincoln. “It’s perfect weather for pairing my leopard print dressing gown with open-toed heels.” “I know dahling,” Darcy said. “I’ve just been dying to wear this cheetah print dressing...
Probably How Not to Query a Literary Agent
I wrote a book last summer. I experienced the very rare phenomenon of having all of the stars perfectly align in my life so that I could sit and type out a book. In my case, I was sitting and scooching around on the floor to keep babies out of trouble while I typed...
What Virtue Would I Be Known For? A Dialogue Between Husband and Wife
One evening, I sat down across from my husband at the dining room table with a yellow pad and pen. He politely marked his place and put his book down, readying himself to humor me. “I was listening to the radio,” I said. “They were talking about saints and how...
A Seinfeld Script I wrote in High School
I’d come up with an episode for Seinfeld when I was in high school (which may or may not have been a little over twenty years ago). I vaguely remembered the plot I’d formulated but thought, for the most part, my youthful stint at comedic screen-writing was lost...
Top 10 Reasons Why I am a Blogging Horror Show
When I was young, I dreamed of going into the newspaper business, becoming an ace reporter and eventually, after years of hard work, winding up with my own nationally syndicated humor column. I wanted to be the Erma Bombeck and Dave Barry of my generation. And...
Giving Up Complaining, an Experiment
I like to listen to Dr. Ray Guarendi’s radio show in the morning when I’m making breakfast and doing dishes. One such morning, he talked about complaining and how most people do entirely too much of it. He suggested we try doing less of it. I reflected on...