I decided to go to confession yesterday morning before the routine Saturday errands. I took Charlotte with me and saw a friend while I was waiting in line, so I wasn’t mentally composed enough to methodically list off the results of my examination of conscience. Instead, I just went in and told the priest that I hadn’t been to Mass in nearly a month because I was angry with my husband, and I knew that if I went to Mass... Read more

Sometimes, when the state of my combox makes me weep and I despair for the lost art of reading comprehension, I watch Taylor Mali. First he brings the funny, then he brings the beauty, and I remember why I write at all. Language and content warning on this one. But stick through the first minute, or start it at the 1:10 mark. It’s so beautiful. Read more

I have all these deep thoughts I’ve been thinking about the post I wrote last week, combined with even deeper thoughts sparked by a comment thread happening on that silly Walk Feminine post. But all these deep thoughts are still percolating in the realm of thoughtful thinking and haven’t actually transformed into words with syllables, much less a coherent grammatical structure, so today I’m going to tell you why you should immediately stop letting your kids watch Thomas the Tank... Read more

Me: “I want to make sure that I get my license renewed before you leave for Poland, so that I don’t have to worry about it while my mom’s here.” The Ogre: “Why don’t you just do it when she’s here, so you have someone to watch the kids?” Me: “Because I just want to do fun stuff while she’s here, like go to the beach. I’m losing my tan.” The Ogre: “Horror of horrors!” Me: “What? I like being... Read more

Le sigh. Last night this helpful gentleman encouraged me to “write like a Lady”, warning me that “one foot in the gutter never converted anybody.” So I figured it’s time for a refresher course for all of us Catholic blogging unladylike ladies (and by “all of us” I mean me, Simcha, Kassie, the Crescat, and those whores babes in Babylon. Damn. We’ve got a long way to go.  Maybe we should just adopt masculine pen names! Then we wouldn’t have... Read more

Well I wrote three posts today, and they all went into the scrap heap o’shit. So here. Something to remind you that actually, there are worse things in the world than me. Llamas with fecking hats, kids. Read more

I don’t think I’m going to say what you think I’m going to say. I’ll admit up front that I liked Joseph Bottum’s recent essay in Commonweal, “The Things We Share.” It was long, but it was deliciously long, a four-course meal instead of a thick steak on a plate. It was meandering, but I admired the craftsmanship behind the apparent aimlessness. It didn’t get to the point right away, which I understood to be kind of the point. What... Read more

#7 Well. We survived the first week of school. And may I just say that even when you wake up at roughly the same time as you usually do, waking up and immediately springing into action as opposed to stumbling around and drinking coffee for an hour makes the days seem so much longer. So, so much longer. Endlessly long. These days are made longer because the knowledge I gained over the summer, that hanging out with people IRL makes... Read more