2015-03-13T17:29:04+00:00

Last night, my husband got home from an outing and watched The Descendents, starring George Clooney. Not really a Clooney fan, but he was very good, and the movie was engrossing. Hubby and I both wished that some religious perspective might have been introduced, but then that would have made it a completely different movie, so — it is what it is. The reason I’m mentioning it at all, though is because we both commented, almost at precisely the same... Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:35+00:00

And here is what Hollywood tells me to think: Catholics who take their church seriously are foolish, hypocritical and failures in love. Normally, since there is a movie trailer involved, I’d just send you over toward the Deacon’s place, to watch it, but since I have something to say, I’ll post it here: By the way, we often are foolish, hypocritical and failures in love but that’s part of the human condition and nothing exclusive to Catholics. Knowing nothing about... Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:38+00:00

George Will’s son, Jon, is turning 40. With Down syndrome apparent at his birth, Jon’s entrance into the world was greeted with a sterile question from the doctor to the parents: “do you want to take him home with you?” The Wills wondered, “isn’t that what new parents do with infants?” Will has written a beautiful piece in honor of his son, whose well-lived life is a pointed and dignified rebuke to a society that now aborts 90% of all... Read more

2015-03-13T17:29:05+00:00

Yesterday I gave you a video from Buster , and tonight I give you one from my Elder Son, who I have decided to call Appa; he promises me this will not be his wedding dance: Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:40+00:00

Okay, how many of us, by about ten in the morning, have already had to apologize to Jesus for our constant mouthiness — even if it’s just interior griping, sniping and sneering at others? Show of hands? I’m raising mine high. Well, here are two little things you can participate in while offering up an Act of Contrition, and you’ll actually be helping out some folks, George and Harper, who could use a little support. First up, here is George... Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:43+00:00

Courtesy of Buster, who is studying for finals and can’t wait to get out of school so he can write and perform music like this. Rhythm and blues and funky horns have always been where his heart is at. All that big, lithe, Mozart-ready baritone going to waste, because deep down he needs to howl. Ah, well. This stuff has spoken to him since he was five. I must say, I like it, too! Read more

2015-03-13T17:29:05+00:00

It’s a rare thing when Julie Davis climbs up on a soapbox; she is the most genial of ladies, and not one to kick up a fuss, but she’s got something to say, today and it’s worth hearing and pondering: Why did God highly exalt Christ Jesus? Why did God bestow on him the name above every name, that at that name every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth? Why shall every tongue confess... Read more

2015-03-13T17:29:05+00:00

Apparently, in reaction to the reality that the youth vote is fading on Obama, a memo has gone out from the campaign to the mainstream media, Democrat operatives, Hollywood moneybags, and all the ships at sea. It’s message was succinct: “Obama Hip, Cool! Romney Square. Peace-and-Drones Out, Daddy-O.” Do an internet search of “Obama cool” this morning and there is an embarrassment of riches: The New Yorker: Mr. Cool; Obama and the Hip Factor Chris Cillizza at the WaPo didn’t... Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:45+00:00

Holy Smokes, but what a staggering fraud Elizabeth Warren is. I am almost embarrassed for her, and it’s probably good that someone is embarrassed for her, since she seems incapable of feeling it for herself: Last week, news broke that Harvard Law had cited Warren as a minority hire — a Native American — when it was under criticism for lack of faculty diversity in 1996. Asked Friday for proof of her Indian ancestry, Warren’s said it’s part of her... Read more

2017-03-03T16:43:52+00:00

From time to time, my synapses get fried and — as I have mentioned here, before — I must retreat from the world and look at beautiful fabric and glorious dresses. I wear rags, myself, mostly, but sometimes my heart just aches for beauty. Thanks to an unknown reader who ordered this book from Amazon, through this site I now have my first “stash”. A book of 100 dresses and belonging to a Met collection, but rarely seen. My blog... Read more


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