Suffering Comes Like a Walker

I love the show The Walking Dead. I’ve always loved zombies, but this show, much like Max Brooks’ fait accompli of a novel, World War Z, both scares the pants off me and gives me the most inexplicable hope in humanity. Fans of the show know that walkers are scary, and they’re a threat, sure [Read More...]

Catechesis: I’m Doing It Wrong

I gather that my fellow Patheosi have been talking about catechesis and whatnot while I’ve been…what’s the euphemism? Not playing with a full deck? A bit whimsical in the brain-pan? Mad as a friggin’ hatter? Well, whatever it is, here’s everything I know about catechesis, to illuminate the ongoing conversation. Tonight I was reading a [Read More...]

How to Destroy Your Marriage In One Easy Step

Not everyone was happy with my post yesterday. A few people felt that I was making fun of others, or just plain being mean. I was being a little mean, and I was making fun, but I pointedly directed all that snark toward the principle at stake, not individual people. As I said in my [Read More...]

An Anti-Modesto Manifesto

The other day I caught a link in my newsfeed from Jen Fitz, who linked to this post at momlife Today. One afternoon in 1948, a young Billy Graham invited a few friends—George Beverly Shea, Cliff Barrows, and Grady Wilson— to his hotel room in the city of Modesto. There in that room, the four [Read More...]

Lux perpétua lúceat eis – Olivia and Emma Lewis

Yesterday morning, a friend of mine from college was in a car accident with her two young daughters. The girls were life-flighted to a hospital in Salt Lake, where they died yesterday afternoon in the arms of their parents. Olivia and Emma were only 6 and 3 years old. Their parents and their sister Vivian [Read More...]


Children vomiting sucks, and I hate it. There’s no getting around the dreaded stomach bug when you’re a mom, but there’s also no use pretending it’s not basically the worst thing ever. That being said, I thought I had reached the apex of upchuck trials when Charlotte, at the age of 18 months, became convinced [Read More...]

Sunday Morning, by Everymom

Sunday Morning by Everymom   Complacencies of the sweatpants, and late coffee and vomit on a worn sofa, and the flesh-colored freedom of a naked baby upon a rug mingle to dissipate the holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She cries a little, and she feels the dark encroachment of the norovirus, as a calm darkens [Read More...]

I’m Not Dead Yet!

Just in case you were worried: I’m not quite fine, but I have been busy and hanging out with my mother-in-law, my mom, and my sister, who have taken turns visiting us the past few weeks. (Somehow I didn’t manage to get pictures of that.) That’s the Hallmark version. The not-so-made-for-TV version can be summed [Read More...]

Ash Wednesday

  Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the [Read More...]

The Monster

I’m ambivalent toward rap music as a genre. I really like some rap. I like a lot of the lyrics (obviously not the “bitches-n-hoes” type), but aesthetically I find it off-putting. It doesn’t sound like music to me. It’s fun, but it’s not art. Except Eminem. I’ve always really loved Eminem, and I’ve never considered [Read More...]