Five bags for Alicia

Last Monday I did a major closet cleanout. It came about in the way all of my big household projects come about: I noticed that there was a problem, muttered something along the s of I should do something about this at some point, promptly forgot about it, and ignored the situation until it got… [Continue Reading]

OUR (The Our Father, Word by Word)


This, to me, is one of the most startling words of the Lord’s prayer. Maybe the most startling. I have a feeling that it wouldn’t be as remarkable to someone who came from a different cultural background, but I am an American and a Texan. I come from one of the most individualistic states in… [Continue Reading]

Fancy meeting you here!

Two People On Sand

A priest friend of a friend once commented, “I could be a saint if it weren’t for the people!” I feel that way all the time. I’m so easily annoyed; it’s probably my worst personality defect. I’m like a grouchy old lady waiting to happen: just give me a cane and a rocker, and I’ll… [Continue Reading]

Where there’s help

A few months ago I was dropping some of my kids off at our parish’s Mother’s Day Out program, and a woman approached me in the hall. “I need help,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she meant. “The registration office is down that way,” I said, pointing to the Mother’s Day Out coordinator’s office…. [Continue Reading]

Plan to love

A few months ago I attended a “How to be a More Loving Christian” seminar at our parish. (That’s not exactly what it was called, but that’s the basic gist of it.) It was a meal, followed by a talk, then some discussion. Before I got in to get food from the buffet, I… [Continue Reading]

Of cat ownership and “little” sins

My post from Monday reminded me of a story that’s been in my “to write about” stack for than a year, yet another lesson along the s of “be very careful about not being loving at all times…” Longtime readers may remember that a couple years ago I had some serious angst about the… [Continue Reading]

The story of a friendship

Remember the kids who were ringing my doorbell and running? They kept doing it. I talked to them about it again, as kindly and calmly as possible, and yet they kept at it, usually waking up my children and shattering my free time in the process. I’d been trying not to bring it up with… [Continue Reading]

Looking for the tow truck driver

Coming from atheism, the whole concept of there being a personal God who is somehow involved in all that we do was amazing…and intimidating…and confusing. As anyone who has read my 2007 archives knows, for many months I was fascinated with the concept of knowing exactly what God’s plans were for all the little details… [Continue Reading]