Lucy’s latest ultrasound hanging on our refrigerator. She’s still in a transverse position, her head on my left side, her feet curled up over her head, kicking up toward my ribs. Well, all the Catholic blogs are starting to sparkle with...
I’m working on the next entry in my Waste Land series; but I keep getting sidetracked. In the meantime, this is really quite delightful: I In April one seldom feels cheerful; Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful; Clairvoyantes distress me...
This made me stop and think: … only one man has the right to say “my Father” to God, and that is Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son. All other men must say “our Father”, for the Father is God for us only so long as we...
CREDO: Professing the Creed for the Year of Faith THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF GOD by Domenico Bettinelli Every line of the Creed has a purpose, especially here in the Nicene Creed, which was formulated to combat heresies that cast doubt on the...
Ben and Anthony at the window, watching the guys doing yard work across the street. Forgive me, my memory is a sieve right now. I know I mentioned in the comments of a previous post that I was planning to write a longish post about First Grade and...
One I went to the bedroom to make a phone call and when I was done I sat there on the bed for a while. Soon Anthony came down the hall, crying pitifully. When he reached the door he was in the shadows and all I could see was that his face was...
Recently Calah was gushing about a book I’d sent her. She says, “it is the best book I’ve ever read.” It’s one of my favorites too. In fact, after she’d sent me a note to let me know it had arrived and to tell me that...
CREDO: Professing the Creed for the Year of Faith ONE LORD JESUS CHRIST by Leila Lawler Lord? Is it just an honorific? (Like Mr. Jesus Christ, only more poetic? Possibly more distancing?) Somewhat irreverently, this word Lord has put me in...
A friend shared this obituary from the Telegraph for T.S. Eliot’s second wife, Valerie, who died on November 9. As anyone who reads this blog regularly knows, Eliot is my favorite poet. I’ve always loved the story of his late life...
This week Leila’s Master Bedroom Challenge didn’t grab me. My bedroom definitely needs a little something; but the first step is moving a bunch of stuff out to the shed and I wasn’t up for that. So I decided to sit it out. Plus...
