Where We Were, When: One Boomer’s Apology for Carrying the Kennedy Torch

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Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look’d one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. ---Alfred Tennyson, "The Passing of Arthur," from Idylls of the King What changed that day was everything. Yes, with apologies to post-Boomers, this anniversary---like the past 50 years---is all about us. Of course we remember Where We Were, and not just because that was the day nonstop media coverage sprang to life to remind us. I … [Read more...]

The Exultation (sic) of the Holy Cross

The High Cross at Fatima, taken on the first stop of our 2012 Marian Pilgrimage

A year ago today I went on pilgrimage, through the grace of God and the Archdiocese of Cincinnati and my friend Michael. A year ago today I took the first steps of my own Way of the Cross, a journey ad Jesum per Mariam---to Jesus through Mary---that I am still only baby steps along. A year ago today I began to know what suffering, joy, death and resurrection really meant, in my own weak flesh. I am still learning, and I exult. I've always loved the story behind the Feast of the Exaltation of … [Read more...]

Keep Calm and Catholic On

Wedding Feast at Cana in Galilee, by Igor Stoyanov

There will be lots of heat burning up the interwebz regarding today's SCOTUS decisions in Windsor and Perry. Knowing that Supreme Court decisions are never what their most avid proponents or their most ardent opponents think they are, I'm waiting till the dust settles and looking for sources of light---calm, reasoned reflection---in the meantime. The Catholic Telegraph of the Cincinnati Archdiocese is in early with clarity and hope. Neither decision will have the effect of requiring states … [Read more...]

Saying Goodbye to Our Favorite Uncle

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My sister and I lost the last of our mother's generation this month. Uncle Fred, born in 1918, was the eldest of our mother's 5 brothers; at going-on-95, he outlived her and his younger brothers---as well as two wives---by years, even decades. His memorial service at the First Congregational Church in Eugene, OR, where he offered to God his glorious bass baritone every Sunday morning until he was too weak to stand, is going on right now. We aren't there, for reasons of expense and work and … [Read more...]

Oh, Mercy, Mercy Me, Still

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From last year, slightly updated, my tangled relationship with the Divine Mercy devotion: Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me their song And I hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control It begins with your family, and later comes round to your soul Well, I've been where you're … [Read more...]

“Something to Love, Something to Be Bugged By”: Pummeled by The Anchoress

A 24-foot long cast bronze arm and fist monument to boxer Joe Louis is seen hanging from a balance suspension on Jefferson Ave at Woodward in downtown Detroit

I didn't sleep last night, playing out my crankiness over the Pope Wars in mental and spoken potential posts of staggering snarkiness. I raised my moralistic eyebrow higher and more uncontrollably than The Bachelor's notorious Tierra, whose eyebrow had its own Twitter handle. What made me so cranky was the inevitable rebound effect. Lots of those folks who, early on, so resented enthusiasm for Team Francis expressed as criticism of Team Benedict are now turning the tables and expressing their … [Read more...]

It’s a Wonderful Mardi Gras, Encore

Reposting from last year, because it's as true as ever. Our own celebrations might be subdued today, because we're in a reflective mood after the announcement of the Holy Father's renunciation of office. But the rest of you? Let it roll, on us. Today is Lundi Gras---Fat Tuesday---in New Orleans. Last night the monarchs of Zulu and Rex arrived by boat at the foot of Canal Street, kicking off the party that won't end until tonight at midnight. The good times are rolling, in a frenzy of parades … [Read more...]

I’m That Guy: The Gunpowder of Being Catholic in Public

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On the eve of a contentious election, pondering the explosive nexus of faith and politics. Please to remember The Fifth of November Gunpowder, Treason, and Strife . . . Back when I was in my Anglican interim, I loved commemorating Guy Fawkes Day. A haunting little historical nursery rhyme, bonfires, the burning of effigies, and children in raggedy clothes with ash-blackened faces accosting householders, begging A penny for the Guy!---what's not to love? I had a vague notion of the … [Read more...]


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