Dear Simcha, Vol. 1

Happy Thanksgiving!  I know that many of you are very busy and/or really depressed today.  Some of you are alone, and many, many more of you desperately wish that you were.  So, rather than tax you with a challenging or insightful essay, I thought I'd take this opportunity to clean up my inbox and answer a few of the questions that people have asked me recently. *** Dear Simcha, By this time of day, I'm supposed to be basting the turkey for the fifth or sixth time so it will be golden and de … [Read more...]

Dear Simcha, Vol. 2

irene pie

Dear Mr. Pfischurr, if that is indeed your name, I was thinking of sending a small I mean very very large sustaining donation to EWTN last year, but then this year I noticed that you’ve been writing for the Register for something like four years, and that certainly explains a thing or two in the downturn in quality that I have definitely noticed a lot; and my accountant, that I definitely have because I am a wealthy donor, feels the same way.  It’s stealth liberals like you who are responsible f … [Read more...]

Go forth and get Me butter, says the Lord.

not butter

Once upon a time, there was a young woman who was hosting Thanksgiving dinner for the first time. She wanted—no, needed—everything to be perfect. She planned and prepped for days, chopping vegetables, rolling dough, scrubbing baseboards, and counting silverware. On the day of the feast, she was up with the sun, full of determination and manic good cheer. As the day wore on, the good cheer waned and the manic levels rose. Pots boiled over and were turned down; ovens smoked and windows were open … [Read more...]


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