The biggest problem with a deciding to pursue a goal, such as writing one thousand words a day, is that rules start to creep in. “Just write one thousand words a day,” I told myself, and I imagined that the words might be typed up for one or two blogs, written in a journal, maybe… Read More Whose Goals?
I just pulled The Religious Sense out of my basket, even though I want to put back. It intimidates me. The chapter I read two days ago was so profound, I feel like there’s no way to do it justice. So, I want to chatter on and on about something inconsequential or pull out another… Read More Turning the Leaves
It’s Saturday, and I’m out of bed before 9:30. I wonder what I’ll accomplish today. Last night, as usual, I sat up in bed and read. I’m about at the halfway point of Mark Helprin’s 800-page novel, A Soldier of the Great War. At this point in the book, Alessandro and his sister, Luciana, are… Read More I Gave it Legs
My mother held on to the past like she was clutching a baby to her breast, trying to keep it an infant forever. The bone china teacups never broke, never got stained, never got used. The pewter dish, shaped liked the sixties (a wedding gift not to her taste), never left its box or the… Read More Singing the Chants
When I awake in the morning, my first thought is almost always, “What day is this?” Once I’ve applied a “Friday” or a “Monday” or a “Sunday” or whatever is appropriate to the upcoming hours, I ask myself if anything is scheduled. Homeschool lessons Monday through Friday and 4pm Mass on Saturdays are expected and… Read More Old Questions