The only good thing about the death famous people is that it allows me to discover that they existed in the first place and then go out and find out who they were. I did know about the existence of Carrie Fisher, but had not really heard of Debbie Reynolds, and have not seen a single thing that she was in, so now I will spend the weekend digging up movies and meandering around YouTube. Which leads me say two... Read more
Well, I didn’t paint the kitchen yesterday. I walked all the way downstairs and sat on the couch and after I had been sitting there for some goodly amount of hours, Facebook broke the tragic news that 2016 killed Princess Leia. So of course then I really couldn’t do anything. I lay further back into the cushions and watched the first two Star Wars movies that have Princess Leia in them. What are they called? I like the idea of... Read more
Slowly emerging from a profound and complete stupor. Every year I wander around on Christmas Day muttering that I am So Tired and that I will never get enough sleep to fill up the giant gaping maw of sleep deprivation, only to wake up two days later basically caught up. Basically. Almost. A little bit. Maybe. Also, two days out, I can’t remember any of it. The house is strewn with confetti but I don’t remember that being part of... Read more
I have a friend for whom Christmas this year is more than usually a moment to taste the bitterness of loss and sorrow. She is having to go through all the motions, because of others, while still untangling the chaos of ordinary life mixed with crisis and pain. I have been praying for her a lot, and fretting over her wellbeing and wondering about the many people I don’t personally know, who have to endure a time of feasting and... Read more
One It’s super apocalyptic to be reading Jonah and Revelation at the same time in these last days before Christmas. You know why there have to be seven takes and not six? Because Six is the Number of Man Baby! That’s why! Sorry, sorry, but seriously, I have so much to do today I’m probably going to end up in an ash heap along with Job, waiting to be yelled at by the jerk Elihu. I swear, if one more... Read more
Well, a holly jolly Christmas to you. I have to arise and go remove poop from the bum of my dog and then, well, that’s going to be the kind of day that it is. Cleaning the whole house, shaving said dog, buying all the presents, and then collapsing at Shepherd’s Bowl for a little lite catechesis of neighborhood children who know all about Santa and not about anything else. Which is kind of where I am. Only it’s not... Read more
Yesterday someone commented on my post accusing me of falling into the pit of gnostic heresy for mildly pointing out that humanity is Evil. To which I reposted, read the Bible. But I do love, at this time of year, to consider the vast depth of human wickedness as I sling about holly and wassail and good cheer. Actually, I’m not really big on good cheer but I do try to make an effort. The thing is, this time of... Read more
I was realio trulio trying to stay away from politics during this blessed Advent season. You know, trying to keep some kind of sane center in an already busy and potentially difficult time of year. Pushing children through midterms and school work with crazed dashes for the acquisition of All The Presents should be enough to keep anyone’s mind occupied. Add in some spiritual shellac of the baby Jesus and we should be good to go. But, you know, the... Read more
On this week’s podcast we read ourselves into the Christmas Narratives and talk about Mary, Joseph and my Book, which are totes all the same in cultural imprtance. #allthefeels #problemsofanarcissist #merrychristmas #nailedit I think it’s a pretty fun time and I hope it sets you up for a fantastic week before Christmas. If you don’t actually listen to the podcast the most important takeaway is that I’m begging for Amazon Reviews. And now on to less important matters…just kidding, ALL... Read more
I am feeling some sort of obligation to write something about Mary today. It’s nearly Christmas after all, and that means that every single secularist is rubbing gleeful hands and preparing to bellow “There’s No Way She Was Really A Virgin.” And then there was that uber depressing piece by a devastated rape victim who decided to find solace in the fact that God raped Mary, so at least they have that in common. I actually stopped reading half way... Read more
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