The Brood: On Careers, Currency, and Catholic Guilt

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.”

The Brood: To Give and to Receive (A Reflection on Thanksgiving)

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)”

The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day

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”

The Brood: In the Throes of It

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”

The Brood: The Seen, the Unseen, and the Flutters in Between

It is, dare I say, a perfect autumnal read, as it is warm-hearted but rife with melancholy. It pairs brilliantly with cookies a cup of tea or mulled wine. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll figure out what we mean by “Catholic Spiritual Autobiography.”

The Brood: The Work of Being Peace

by Holly Mohr “Plenty of time! Plenty of time! No breaking your neck to get things done before the next thing happens,” Thomas Merton chides (encourages?) from the pages of A Book of Hours. I’m trying to get my courage up to believe him. Strangely, “courage” does seem to be the right word. There areContinue reading “The Brood: The Work of Being Peace”

The Brood: Individuals in Community?

by Holly Mohr Individualism gets a bad rap, though our entire society is organized around it. And I get it. In an increasingly isolated world, where those experiencing poverty are feared or forgotten, both by individuals and systems, our nation, our world, is a demonstrably frightening place. The day-to-day fallout of the pandemic brought basicContinue reading “The Brood: Individuals in Community?”

The Brood: The Catechesis of Jazz, Filet and Cabernet

by Holly Mohr “Oh! Praise the Lord!” I exclaim, instinctively throwing my head back and closing my eyes, savoring that first sip of my margarita on the patio of the new Mexican place, across the table from my friend. Her eyes twinkle a little as she laughs at me, in a good way. “That’s yourContinue reading “The Brood: The Catechesis of Jazz, Filet and Cabernet”

The Brood: My Body, My Self?

by Holly Mohr I hate talking about weight. I mean, really, really, in a big way. I did not want to write about this. But I think it’s time. Several (painful) conversations in the last week have pushed me to realize that I need to actually say something about this. During the pandemic shutdown, IContinue reading “The Brood: My Body, My Self?”

The Brood: Hoping Against Hope

by Holly Mohr For the past two or three weeks, I’ve found myself crying during yoga. Pretty much every time I go in my room, close the door, and let my guard down, I start to feel the things I’ve been putting off for the past year.             When I came home from burying myContinue reading “The Brood: Hoping Against Hope”