by Holly Mohr It’s a gray day, Brooders. A gray day in Pittsburgh—who would have thought?! I know, I know. I chose this city that gets more rain than Seattle. I even like gray days sometimes. They take the pressure off; they practically beg you to snuggle in, get a book and a cup ofContinue reading “The Brood: It’s Really No Big Deal Today, Brooders”
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The Brood: Brooders Were Made for This Season
by Holly Mohr I woke up grateful and eager for Lent last week. Ash Wednesday couldn’t get here fast enough. (No, this is not normal for me). I spent the early part of the week making a short but meaningful list of Lenten practices I wanted to take on (or at least attempt), in orderContinue reading “The Brood: Brooders Were Made for This Season”
The Brood: Footballing, or Baseballing, or Something?!
by Holly Mohr Our little brood watched the Super Bowl this year, and I’ll tell you, I was into it. Okay, not like, watching-the-actual-football, or knowing-what-was-happening-at-any-point- in-the-game “into it,” but I didn’t hate that it was on. It was lovely having something special to focus on that brought our family together. Given the radical ageContinue reading “The Brood: Footballing, or Baseballing, or Something?!”
The Brood: Kairos, Chronos, and Whoa, I Need Sleep
by Holly Mohr Today is an exhaustion day. It’s a day when I do what needs to be done with as much equanimity as I can muster, in part because that’s who I want to be, and in part because conflict takes hella energy, and man, today I just don’t have that to spare. It’sContinue reading “The Brood: Kairos, Chronos, and Whoa, I Need Sleep”
The Brood: The “Childishness” of the Eighty-somethings (#lifegoals)
by Holly Mohr Eighty-somethings are some of my new favorite people. Almost every time I meet someone new who is really excited about life, has a deeply wise perspective and a mischievous glint in their eyes, I learn they’re in their eighties. These eighty-year-olds I know, they write subversive theology, participate in social justice groups,Continue reading “The Brood: The “Childishness” of the Eighty-somethings (#lifegoals)”
The Brood: Happy New Year (Really)!
by Holly Mohr I’m always a little leery of wishing anyone a “Happy New Year” with too, too much excitement, as though we know this year will be better than the last one. The reigning “New Year’s narrative” encourages us to throw last year away, as quickly and thoroughly as possible, as though there isContinue reading “The Brood: Happy New Year (Really)!”
The Brood: Christmas Edition
by Holly Mohr My dad’s face showed up in my dreams, off an on, a couple nights ago. He would just pop in, smiling, then pop back out. It was the earnest smile of my much younger years, the smile he had for me when I was three or four and he was getting readyContinue reading “The Brood: Christmas Edition”
The Brood: On Hope, and Advent, and (Possible) Peace on Earth
by Holly Mohr I came across a James Martin article recently. He was talking about what it means for Christians to celebrate Christmas. In it, he named three main ways Christians observe Christ’s coming. The first and most obvious, of course, is the historical commemoration of Jesus’s birth into the world two thousand years ago.Continue reading “The Brood: On Hope, and Advent, and (Possible) Peace on Earth”
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”
Sick Pilgrim 