So President Elect Trump wants to rename the Gulf of Mexico the Gulf of America. As an American, I feel I must apologize. So here goes: I’m sorry Mexico, the Goof of America is busy illustrating how big the gulf is between his understanding of the world and the rest of the known world. However investigators here at Chocolate for Your Brain scoured the District of Columbia to find out what other name changes are under consideration. These are mere... Read more
Over the years, I’ve made resolutions. They include the usuals like losing weight, reading books, and praying more. Some years, I succeeded, other years I failed within a day. Writing wise, I’ve written goals like getting published once a week, writing a book, and being part of the book festival –all of which I’ve made –but also had years where I didn’t. The challenges of resolutions indicate to me that experience of success is no guarantee of success, (writing goals)... Read more
Woodcut by Christian Rohlfs of 1910 The three kings brought gold, frankincense and myrrh. They also brought their faith, their desire to find the king for whom the star in the heavens shone, and their willingness to journey. They sought the Christ. That’s all that is required if we want to be in relation with Him. He already wants that with us. What do we bring? Do we bring Christ our prayers? It gives Him the opportunity to hear our... Read more
2025 is a Jubilee year of hope, declared by Pope Francis. With such years, there are special graces which may be obtained by going through Holy Doors, praying for the Pope’s intentions, making a pilgrimage, and more. I love indulgences because I need all the grace I can get. So when I read up on the opportunities for this coming year, I felt surprised the only place designated in the United States is the National Shrine of the Immaculate... Read more
We don’t spend much time thinking about the three kings or three wise men that journeyed far from their obviously comfortable homes (bringing gold, frankensence and myrr anywhere would have been a pricy and risky endeavor), to follow a star. They found a baby in a manger, a trough used to feed animals, and yet understood in the heart, that this child was more than a child, this was the King of Heaven. Imagine the faith, the trust, the... Read more
Being a parent of older children, I must relearn what I knew when they were little. Saint Therese of Lisieux’s famous saying, “Do little things with great love,” holds, it’s just the little things you do change. As a young mom, I understood, when I got them dressed, I’d clothed the naked. When we served them three meals a day plus miscelaneous snacks, we fed the hungry. Evening trips to deliver cups of water meant giving drink to the thirsty. ... Read more
So I just came back from a ten day trek to Texas and back to say goodbye to my mom. My sister, brothers, their spouses, all of our children, all of us came to bury Mom. It hurt. It still hurts. I’ve tried writing. Nothing stops the hurt or distracts for long. I’ve woken at three in the morning for an ugly cry, and found myself short of breath in the midst of opening Christmas presents. Grief will be a... Read more
Visiting my sister, I’ve found a thousand rabbit holes down memory lane as we go through letters and photographs. I know I lived through those years but the solid stories behind them seem to be missing. They come back in a moment with the pictures –but why they weren’t accessible without the memory jog is disquieting. Am I so busy in the now, I am not retaining the past? Yes. Should the past be forgotten? No. Mom was my memory... Read more
Whenever people ask me, “Hey Sherry, or Hey Mom, what do you want for…insert holiday here?” I draw a blank. I have a standard joke I tell people who need to verify my identity when at appointments. “I like chocolate, silver and anything red.” So when my husband in November, gave each of us a piece of paper on which to write what we wanted for Christmas, I wrote down a few things, but not what my heart first desired... Read more
The phrase, “How are you doing?” seems so innocent, so simple, so straightforward. It is until the answer is something other than “fine.” I have learned this week, to say, “Not okay.” or “I don’t know.” I wrote a piece about my mom but made it a page instead of a post. So I wrote another page about my mom. That too, was a page and not a post. Grief makes you foggy, grief makes you stupid, and grief makes... Read more
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