My mother's day steak was flavorful, and cooked to beauty by my husband, even if it did have a propensity to slide too readily down one's throat before it was fully chewed.And once it was lodged in my airway, I had to check myself to keep from laughing--Death again? Mortality, you're getting old. Let's see here, after a whole lifetime of happy easy breathing, four times in the past two years I've had my air flow cut off for one reason or another (two near drownings, one pregnant flu event, … [Read more...]

Having Published No Books to Speak Of, Blogger Continues to Wax Verbosely On Her Writing Process

Part one and an explanation of this post's reason for being is here. 2. What makes your work different from others' work in the same genre?By genre, I guess we're talking about blogging here, and Catholic blogging in particular. Here's what I can discern:While I read the news, I try to avoid writing about it, unless it speaks to some personal sticking point of mine, so I'm rarely topical. I don't write much about Church issues unless they approach my life in a more … [Read more...]

What I’m Not Writing, and Why I’m Not Writing it

Julia, who is one of my favorite bloggers, who is able to see difficult circumstances with faith and practical wisdom, whose blog archives are worthy of long slow perusal, who humbly supports her family by writing at numerous places, has tagged me in a blog series in which participants answer four questions on their writing process. Some participants have written long thoughtful answers, some have answered in brief. Interested parties can follow the conversation from blog to blog. I've already … [Read more...]

The God of Reality

Trout Lily

After Easter dessert at my parents' house, my husband and I went out to jog around the block, which is a weird sort of date we find enjoyable sometimes. It's the best of both worlds--time alone, time together in a pastoral landscape--since often one of us will feel the need to push on harder and run ahead, and then we each enjoy a bit of solitude as well.It was the first reliably warm day we've had this Spring, and my parents' house is very remote, where white steepled burgs of a few hundred … [Read more...]

Underskins of Gold

I've encountered a few Holy People in my lifetime, and recently too-- people who appear to be salt of the earth, but when you start scratching their surface you find layer after layer of pure gold, or a crystalized interior like a geode. Even their underskins have been purified and refined, and the mystery of their interior tabernacle draws me closer, making me want to both be with and be like them.I know that I experience genuinely holy longings myself, but one would only need to scratch me … [Read more...]

Just Keep Going

I like to take walks at night now that it's warm outside and sit and have a cigarette on the handicapped swing at the park across the street from me. The dog sits next to me, and I look at the moon, which is mostly full, as the park lights go off, one section at a time. This is a freedom to be able to do, and so the heartbreaks of the afternoon seem less heartbreaking, because even the worst day can come to a satisfying end.I took the kids to Stations of the Cross, and I thought it started … [Read more...]

After This Our Exile

Photo essay here. … [Read more...]