Who Am I, if I Am Not My Friends?
It’s easy to love friends as much as family. It’s easy to love them more than family, if you’re single and childless, and the family you were born into is small, or scattered, or weird, or contemptuous...
View ArticleNow I’m Just Somebody that He Used to Know
This weekend, while trudging through the rain with a bag of groceries on my back, I suddenly remembered lines from the musical My Fair Lady: There’ll be spring every year without you. England still...
View ArticleAfter the Occupation
It’s all very well for me to write, “Let him recede,” as a means of recovering from a broken friendship (or any other kind of broken relationship), but, of course, it’s easier said than done. The...
View ArticleThe Fascinating Mentat
For those who haven’t had the dubious pleasure of reading Frank Herbert’s Dune, a mentat is a man (usually) whose mind, both by nature and by training, is almost like a machine in its ability to store...
View ArticleNotes from Thus-Far
So, I’m about a year and six months into blogging about conservative Catholic recovery from burnout, and disappointment in vocation (or the lack of it.) The following are samples of what I’ve learned...
View Article“Then They Won’t Hate Him So Much”
I had been catching up with a seminarian-friend, one who had also met my director years past. As we walked to the bus stop, he asked, “And what happened to that girl…you know, the one who was about...
View ArticleThread as a Primitive Magic
Once, after a session of spiritual direction, I took my crochet hook and my yarn from my bag. “Do you crochet?” my director asked, as though this possibility was the funniest thing ever. “Yes,” I said....
View ArticleOn Turning Forty
Single women raised in conservative communities dread their fortieth birthdays. (I don’t know if the same is true for men; it would be interesting to know.) After twenty years feeling the sidelong...
View ArticleThe Glass I Cannot Throw Away
This is the glass I cannot throw away. It sits next to my sink. I can’t use it (the glass, I mean, not the sink) because the girl-in-question gave it to me. At the same time, I can’t bring myself...
View ArticleStay Out of My Sleep
People can say what they like about putting things behind you and moving on, but I’ve yet to find a way to control what I dream, and one thing I’ve learned is that people who hurt you can appear at...
View ArticleMy Christmas Thief and His Lesson in Truth
So, three parcels were stolen from my front doorstep (which is inside a building, and not immediately facing the street.) I lost two dresses, five skeins of undyed yarn, and two decks of art therapy...
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