Guest post: Fear of failing
We all have atrocious days. Sometimes they make up a whole week…or more.
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Guest post: Fear of failing
We all have atrocious days. Sometimes they make up a whole week…or more.
Everything
This fall, we had a kitten named “Everything.” I’m inclined to think that’s the best name we’ve ever given, and not just because it explains his siblings, “Cinnamon Raisin” and “Garlic.”
Guest post: Thanks!
With so much going topsy turvy, and every day filled with queasy wonder about what will come next, it’s easy to forget about how much we have to be thankful for. Exhibit A: If you’re reading this blog, you either see things for yourself, or you have someone or a nifty technology to help. These […]
You’re allowed
We live in an opinion-rich reality. Maybe it’s the internet; maybe it’s the little rectangular megaphones we all carry in our pockets; maybe it’s just human nature. Whatever the cause, we’ve gotten catlike in our arrogance. Trouble is, it looks much better on them than on us.
Ahead of ourselves
There’s a reason we can’t see 10 years or 10 weeks or 10 minutes into the future. There’s a reason we can’t extend our legs 50 feet, all telescopic and stretchy, to “make time.” But we’re unreasonable beasts who still think we can get ahead of ourselves.
Guest post: Huh?
Ever start thinking, and then have your mind take off in one direction, then zing off in another until you have no idea how your thoughts got to the thought that led you to wonder about how you started thinking about what you were just thinking, and all that thinking made you forget everything that […]
Guest post: Blogzilla
I have a 10-year-old Scion xB. Because Scion was a subsidiary of Toyota, a Japanese company, and because Godzilla is a Japanese invention, and because Godzilla had a son, and because I am who I am, and because my husband knows all of that, my xB is named Godzuki.
Is it safe?
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?
Boys in the band
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.