The Brood: Back to the Source

I can live landlocked for a while, but after a year or two away from the sea I end up feeling muffled, like I’m wearing extra layers around my psyche. I will never be as awake and alert and present as I am when I return to the source. My ancestors were born, lived, and died near the sea. I will always belong there.

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: 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: 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?”

The Brood: Vigil

This last week, Holy Week, I have felt detached, almost dissociative. I whittled my chore list down to the bare minimum, procrastinated on writing jobs, and napped while the kids were at school. When my family was home, I went through the motions of care in a fog. I baked a cake for C’s sixthContinue reading “The Brood: Vigil”

The Brood: A Wild Blueprint for Inheritance

by Holly Mohr “Do I have to be Catholic when I grow up, Mommy?” The question comes from my 7-year-old in the middle of Mass, a Mass I had prepared for his sacramental preparation program. I wait a beat, quickly sifting through the thoughts of all flavors that arise for me. “You can be andContinue reading “The Brood: A Wild Blueprint for Inheritance”

The Brood: Fly Me to the Moon

by Holly Mohr Grief has been taking me by surprise lately. For months, I barely felt anything at all, except maybe anger. I figured I had already done my grieving, that I’d been grieving since 2003. Much to my surprise, I broke down the other day. It was a regular Tuesday, an hour or soContinue reading “The Brood: Fly Me to the Moon”