The Brood: Easter, I See You

By Holly Mohr “In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me, for I live and you will live, alleluia.” I lost my normal prayer book (on Easter, in my own house . . . Did it simply vanish into the cosmos without a trace? Yes. The answerContinue reading “The Brood: Easter, I See You”

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: 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: 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”