2025-05-21T22:56:50-04:00

I woke up anxious as ever. The day might come when I don’t immediately panic and pray to God not to hurt me when I open my eyes. But I don’t expect that day any time soon. Morning is when I rocket back into consciousness and panic that I’m going to hell. Jesus, please be patient. I’m doing my best. Please don’t hurt me.  With the morning petitions finished, I stumbled down to get my coffee. Charlie the cat’s breakfast... Read more

2025-05-18T23:00:41-04:00

There was a knock at the door. I was lying on the sofa, putting off getting ready for Mass, because I was anxious. But I was even more anxious when I heard the knock. It was so hard and insistent that I ran to the door, thinking it must be the police. But it was the Artful Dodger with his sister, the middle child, the one who’s tall and skinny like a sylph. Jimmy’s Boy was with them. Charlie the... Read more

2025-05-18T16:56:49-04:00

  So, we have a new Pope. The new Pope’s name is Leo XIV, an American, and everybody’s got an opinion about him. I do too. I was having fun teasing the MAGAs on social media a couple weeks ago after the conclave, because the new Pope seems to despise J. D. Vance. But I haven’t written much more about him, except for a few paragraphs on my other blog talking about how significant it is that he’s from the... Read more

2025-05-16T01:59:47-04:00

I never thought I’d be the mother of a traumatized cat. Charlie the stray is still sleeping on my porch. She chases off the other strays, not to mention the groundhogs, so the yard is nicer than it was before she came. She hides from the children who are her rightful owners, and comes out when they’re gone. She arches her back and hisses to protect me when a stray dog happens by. Every morning, as Adrienne leaves for school,... Read more

2025-05-14T01:43:25-04:00

As the sun was getting low, I went out to inspect the garden. Charlie the cat sauntered out of her cat house on the porch, careful not to look too excited to see me. Adrienne or I usually bring out a treat at nightfall. And then she bolted back, because the whole neighborhood rocked with the sound of wheels. Jimmy’s boy whizzed by in one of those plastic cars you propel with your feet like the Flintstones. The Artful Dodger... Read more

2025-05-09T01:20:55-04:00

  I dreamed I was at the Papal Conclave. In the dream, it made sense that I was in the Vatican for the Papal Conclave. I wasn’t the only lay person there. There were tourists of every race and nationality at the conclave, dressed rather casually, in among the clerics. Some of the tourists were on the floor in bedrolls and mattresses. People were talking and arguing. I was showing Adrienne Michelangelo’s famous ceiling. And then the gunshots began. I... Read more

2025-05-08T00:45:27-04:00

  If not for the worry, I would be happy. On Monday I went to pray and hike and worry on that glorious trail to the waterfall, the place where I’ve gone to pray in despair and in not knowing and in breaking the ice with Jesus. The trail was bombarded in several places with fallen trees from the storm last week, and the crick was still unusually high. The first part of my pilgrimage was more like a parkour... Read more

2025-05-05T08:25:25-04:00

  I guess I need to say something about the tacky AI image of Donald Trump as the Pope. In case you’ve been living under a rock the past few days, get back under the rock and save yourself the trouble, because this is extremely silly. Donald Trump has been joking that he’d make a good new Pope, now that Pope Francis is deceased. I wouldn’t begrudge him one or two tasteless jokes in that vein; everyone’s making them just... Read more

2025-05-03T17:40:16-04:00

  I went for a hike on a new trail. I’d been to Fernwood State Forest plenty of times, to stand on the overlook and watch the stars or the clouds. This was the first time I tried the trail. It was supposed to be a three-mile loop, but “three miles” can mean different things in the Appalachian foothills. The trail I hiked last week at the Wildflower Reserve was three miles, and took an hour. The Lakeside Trail at... Read more

2025-05-01T23:36:22-04:00

The sirens began when we were in the checkout. Steubenville doesn’t have tornado sirens at the fire station, as was normal for me growing up in Columbus. The only way to tell if there’s a severe weather warning is to have the radio on, or to be in a public place when all the phones begin bleating at once. Adrienne and I were doing the payday shopping while Michael was at his shift at the restaurant. I was just swiping... Read more

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