I have decided to throw my hat into the ring. Several bloggers I read Melissa Wiley, The Bookworm, and The Common Room, are all participating in the 100 Species Challenge. I’ve sort of informally been interested in identifying our local flora...
Please say some prayers for my sister’s friend and former co-worker, Fred. He was in a serious car accident over the weekend and is in the ICU on a ventilator. I believe he had to have brain surgery. He has a young son who I am sure is quite...
It began on Salem Common in the summer of 2000. A youth group gathered for Mass in a public space, having followed the Eucharist in procession from the parish church of the Immaculate Conception. But for me it began in the summer of 2004 when I...
I had quite a head of steam going for a while there. I was quite surprised at the frequency and sheer volume of my posting. It seems to have run its course. Now I just feel…. dry. I stare at the screen, thinking I should write something and...
I think I’ve probably posted this before. But I think it can never be repeated too often. Usually it’s the first paragraph which gets me, but I recalled it again this time because of the final paragraph about going to mass in...
Isabella standing on the back porch notices a seagull flying overhead. She gets so excited she’s jumping up and down, climbing onto the railing, yelling, “SEAGULL!!!!!” at the top of her lungs. Sophia, watching Isabella run up and...
This morning Bella decided her feet were cold (Ah, summer in New England! Please don’t hate me, friends in the south.) So she fetched a pair of black socks for me to put on her feet—sometimes she can put her socks on herself but not...
(I’m still a little excited about the new camera . . . and Sophie’s new-found mobility.) Sophie makes a break for the front door. Bella wants the same attention Sophie is getting and so gets down on the floor and starts rolling too...
What’s been going through my head this morning.
I love this video.
So Saturday was my birthday. I’m odd about birthdays. I like to have people remember them but I always feel awkward about saying anything. As if mentioning my birthday will seem like I’m dropping hints. So I tend to be quiet and go into...
