In terms of career goals, in the words of Lloyd Dobler (imaginary boyfriend of all sensitive children born between 1976 and 1984), “I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.”
by Holly Mohr Thanksgiving has never been my absolute favorite, but I’ve been working on rehabilitating it. It’s just not quite my style, on lots of levels. Listen, I love the idea of setting aside intentional time for gratitude, for sharing abundance. I even love the idea of celebrating harvest and the cycles of theContinue reading “The Brood: To Give and to Receive (A Reflection on Thanksgiving)”
“With red eyes, a swollen face, and a streaming nose, Ramona sat up and glared at her mother. “Love me!” Her voice was fierce with hurt. Shocked at her own words, she buried her face in the pillow. She had no tears left.”
I loved Ramona, but I lacked her courage. To be undone, but to still have the strength to demand love? Couldn’t be me.
I’m traveling for work to Washington, DC this week. So I’ve had the true joy of spending the weekend with fellow Sick Pilgrim Mary Bishop, and her DELIGHTFUL family, for the weekend. Despite flying out during Tropical Storm Nicole, the trip was completely uneventful, and the weather upon landing in Maryland, has been glorious. WeContinue reading “Things Keeping Us Going: Hanging with My Sickie Sister Edition”
by Michelle Arnold Gospel Reading for November 13, 2022Thirty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time While some people were speaking about how the temple was adorned with costly stones and votive offerings, Jesus said, “All that you see here—the days will come when there will not be left a stone upon another stone that will not beContinue reading “Dark Devotional: When the Saints Go Marching Out”
by Holly Mohr “We are heading toward climate hell, even as we continue to keep our foot on the accelerator,” the NPR reporter flatly intoned, just as I headed into the Armstrong Tunnel, a space that heightens my anxiety even on a normal day. I’d been taking a break from NPR for several weeks, maybeContinue reading “The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day”
I had a much slower go of it this weekend. My Personal Chef and I drove up to the White Mountains after work on Friday night, like we have done hundreds of times over the past four decades. After a quick pitstop for a snack and a drink at the lakeside bar filled with localsContinue reading “Things Keeping Us Going: Life in the Slow Lane Edition”
I crush my latte cup in one hand. This is stupid. I don’t know what my dreams are. How does a person know what their dreams are after forty? Is having dreams even appropriate once you start using night cream and getting yearly mammograms?
by Holly Mohr I’m having a hard time getting in Brood mood today, which is kind of a funny thing. Our series is predicated on digging into sometimes-uncomfortable territory, but today (for about a week and a half, really), I have just been far too emotionally uncomfortable to talk to you about being emotionally uncomfortable.Continue reading “The Brood: In the Throes of It”
According to my weather-obsessed family, this was the last of the warm weather days for the year. I made the most of it. For starters, I took Friday off as a personal day. I SLEPT IN. That alone would be enough to call this a terrific weekend. But wait! There’s still more: I puttered aroundContinue reading “Things Keeping Us Going: Jam Packed, Action Filled Weekend Edition”
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