You know what’s the worst? After thinking about my sins for half an hour in line for Confession, I see the light above the confessional go out and realize that I’m out of luck. It’s like missing trash pick-up day. I’m left holding the bags until next week.
Category: Columns
Building sandcastles of our hearts: Stay close to Our Lord’s ocean of love, mercy
When I was a little girl, my family sometimes went to the beach on Lake Michigan.
I remember sitting at the water’s edge, building sandcastles.
The anchorless boat
Dear Readers, one beautiful day in late May, long ago and far away (actually, not that far away — Lake George is a 500-acre lake straddling the Indiana-Michigan stateline), my cousin Dori and I were thrilled that the grown-ups had finally agreed to let us take the row boat out on our own.
Launching a child like a saint
My oldest is graduating from high school, and it’s a mood, as the kids say. I’m the mood. I’m all the moods. I’m excited for her foray into adulthood, nervous about the new challenges she’ll face, and just plain sad that I won’t get her morning reports about the day’s forecasted UV index.
Welcoming the new pope
Habemus Papam! We have a pope! The world heard those joyful and ancient words from the loggia of St. Peter’s Basilica last week, as Pope Leo XIV emerged on the balcony for the first time and gave his first blessing to the city of Rome and to the world.
Melting the snowball
Any followers of this column (I’ll ingratiate my ego and assume there are one or two) will recall that I promised in November to delve deeper into my steps out of the dark night of the soul after the first of the year.
Do your best while aspiring to holiness
When I was newly married, I remember hearing of a kitchen appliance called a salad spinner. Having used a plain old colander all my life, I was intrigued to learn the benefits of this little appliance that dried your lettuce so well that the salad dressing would stick.
Holy help for Holy Week
Another Holy Week is upon us. I’d like to be able to say, “Holy Holstein, where did Lent go??” However, I find myself falling short on that score.
An adventure in naturally dyed Easter eggs
This year I wanted to elevate my Easter egg efforts. Historically, I’ve only dyed eggs with fizzy tablets in vinegar, roughly sketching out my name ahead of time on the egg with a thick crayon. The process is nostalgic, bringing back many happy memories of dyeing eggs as a child, but my results are always a bit rudimentary.
The influencer
I was recently reading an article about the job market — what the highest paying occupations are these days, what positions are most in demand, etc. It’s not that I’m planning to reenter the work force anytime soon, but you never know.