… is my disdain for hipsters. Nope. I still hate hippies the mostest. At least hipsters have better taste in music. Read more

… the Raleigh diocese is getting a new cathedral, Holy Name of Jesus Cathedral. And the Pontifical College Jospehinum has begun wearing the Propaganda Cassock on special occasions. OK, so neither of these institutions is local, but I came of the news via a local seminarian attending Josephinum. So it counts. Sort of. Anyway, the cassocks look like this; Photo source; JP Sonnen, my go to guy for all things visually Roman. Read more

… well, they are. Read more

… why not get them a fetching hand stitched and embroidered pall? Pretty. Read more

… You should have seen The Boy’s face light up with joy when he found out he is going to be a Torch Acolyte. Then you should have seen his dejected scowl when he found out the “torches” weren’t Flame Throwers. His lament … “But mom! They aren’t even torches at all! There are just like regular lanterns on poles. I thought I was gonna get to burn stuff. That was so misleading!” On the ride home he made me... Read more

… Italy’s Cinque Terre. Read more

… the post below was written under the heavy influence of NyQuil. I bet you didn’t know it was even possible to hallucinate from consuming too much of that green liquid. Well, it is. And I did. There is nothing worse than being sick and wanting nothing more in the world to sleep but you can’t. Instead you toss and turn and hear things that aren’t there. So to calm your tired mind you blog stupid things. But I feel... Read more

… sometimes I have dry spells where I don’t blog for days, even weeks. I wonder if there is really anything left I can say except for a few funny anecdotes. Certainly nothing inspiring or of greater worth that can’t be read elsewhere. I discovered a correlation between my musings. When I am inspired I write. Seems simple enough. But what inspires me? Beautiful music and stunning art. Clever and insightful quips from the lives of the saints. Interactions with... Read more

… I refer to my home as the Plague of Frogs. If you venture out at night you must watch your step. Nothing is grosser than stepping on a frog barefoot. Believe me, I know. It goes without saying that my property is infested with snakes as well which, for the most part, managed to keep to themselves… until now. I was greeted by an Eastern Kingsnake while taking out the trash. My son is outside right now peeing around... Read more

… my wonderful son continues to be a model of piety. Every since he learned that Catholics can baptize people in extreme circumstances he has seen fit that every animal in our home be baptize. Even the neighbor’s dog. And their ferret. When he ran out of animals he decided he needed to baptize the cats again, just in case. Because they’re real sneaky. His words. I tried to explain to him that you only need to be baptized once.... Read more