I am writing this blog a day after Dorothy Day‘s birthday, and I’m wondering something she wouldn’t want me to wonder. Is it safe to hope?
Secret: I am incapable of cleaning the house without the assistance of boy bands, ranging from One Direction to The Grateful Dead. Not so secret: there are days when cleaning the house is exactly the soul-balm we need, and days when cleaning the house would be nearly a sin.
What shall we say of you, October 2020? How would you like to be remembered?
Today is a day. But no matter what they tell you, today is not “the” day that defines all days.
We are fast approaching two of the coolest days on the calendar. No, not Mischief Night and Halloween. All Saints and All Souls.
There’s a lot to be said for the power of silence, solitude, and a time apart. But sometimes it’s hard to say the things that silence is teaching us. Far, far better to let someone else sing or purr them into the void where words fall short.
With a few notable exceptions (genocide, using the phrase “dad bod,” putting vegan cheese in baked ziti), I’m inclined to agree with John Lennon. Whatever gets you through the night is all right. (It’s all right.)
OK, kittens. I’m afraid I have to be the heavy today. Brace yourselves; they don’t call me Angela The Enforcer for nothing.
Many of you have never seen me. Many more haven’t seen me since March. So, you may not know or have forgotten that I have braces.