So much to say,So much to say,So much to say,So much to say… Yesterday, as I shuttled my butt all around town, boys occasionally in tow, Dave Matthews’ “So Much to Say” came on the radio. Yes, I’m one of the few who still listens to good ol’ FM radio.…
There’s hope that fall is en route! A flock of grackles passed through this morning. One was even helping to clear my neighbor’s gutter. (Meanwhile I was traped in the van as an extra in this reboot of The Birds.)
Hence, FourthEyebrows raised at the news, they respondwith exclamation points in their throats.Unspoken better-you-than-me’s minglewith prejudices uttered weeks before.“Yeah, we need a van,” I say, addressingthe most obvious of the changes to come.“So if you know anyone selling, let me know.”But I’m not sure they hear: They silently questionour sanity,…
Warning: Obligatory pandemic post ahead! No, I haven’t been keeping count. I actually had to figure that out. And by figure it out, I mean, I googled it. After 4+ months of #pandemiclife, my brain is too fried for even the most basic of arithmetic. School starts in about 10…
Today, January 1st, we in the Catholic church celebrate and honor the Motherhood of Mary! In saying “yes” to motherhood, Mary said yes to being an instrument in our salvation. But she also said yes to immense suffering. Motherhood is like that.