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”
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The Brood: Seasons, Choices and Schenley (An Anniversary)
by Holly Mohr Last Tuesday was our wedding anniversary. Our 14th, to be exact. Not a flashy number that calls for once-in-a-lifetime trips, maybe, but a significant occasion, nonetheless. But again, it was a Tuesday. We’re talking a work night; there are kids, dishes, frenetic schedules. But we decided to have a picnic to markContinue reading “The Brood: Seasons, Choices and Schenley (An Anniversary)”
The Brood: By Means the Church Does Not Allow
by Holly Mohr “Well,” the retired drama professor began, arms folded. “I’m a cradle Catholic. I look for a parish that can tolerate someone like me and one that I can tolerate.” He considered for a beat, then added, “I don’t know any cradle Catholics. All the cradle Catholics I know are either indifferent orContinue reading “The Brood: By Means the Church Does Not Allow”
The Brood: Yes, I Dare to Celebrate
by Holly Mohr Today is my birthday. I love birthdays. Whatever else has to happen on the day, something internally tells me it’s a Feast Day, a day of celebration and special joy. So far, I’m enjoying the sense of getting older. While I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for the fact that my attitudeContinue reading “The Brood: Yes, I Dare to Celebrate”
The Brood: When God is Easy-Breezier than My Personality (Father’s Day Edition)
by Holly Mohr The Saturday morning Scripture reading in my Give Us This Day was a passage I had never seen before. “Do not give in to sadness, or torment yourself deliberately.” (Sirach 30:21) I almost burst out laughing. My first thought was equal parts caught and suspicious: “How do you know I do that?”Continue reading “The Brood: When God is Easy-Breezier than My Personality (Father’s Day Edition)”
The Brood: Thy Will Be Done
by Holly Mohr “A lot of the time, we try to get God to bless our will, rather than seeking God’s will,” the priest said. It was a line in a good homily, a homily that was well-considered, authentic, even funny at times. But that phrase: our will, RATHER than God’s will. Let’s file itContinue reading “The Brood: Thy Will Be Done”
The Brood: Performance Art
by Holly Mohr Mass is hard with kids, right? Everyone knows that. Plenty has been written about how difficult it is to get kids to church (lost shoes, explosive diapers just as you’re walking out the door, existential crises and misplaced prayer books), how challenging it is to get them to “behave” during it, etc.Continue reading “The Brood: Performance Art”
The Brood: What Do We Retain?
by Holly Mohr “So how are you really?” He asks. “It’s been a long time since we’ve actually sat down to talk. I don’t think we’ve had a real conversation since your father’s death.” I appreciate the question. Honestly, I appreciate it every time someone asks it, but I never know how to answer. I’mContinue reading “The Brood: What Do We Retain?”
The Brood: This is Not the Column I Wanted to Write
There is very little in my life that I have brooded about as much as I have brooded about abortion.
The Brood: Is It Easter Yet?
by Holly Mohr “So are we going to get a better grill this summer?” my husband asks, chopping tomatoes. It’s the first sunny day in Pittsburgh in what feels like months, and his mind is moving to al fresco dining season. “There’s a gas line out front,” he adds, assuming I know what that means.Continue reading “The Brood: Is It Easter Yet?”
Sick Pilgrim 