I spent most of this past Saturday going through my closet at my parents’ house and doing some serious downsizing and rearranging. Seriously, there was stuff in that closet from five years ago that I forgot I even still owned. I said goodbye to party dresses that are still in great shape, and I hope someone has as much fun wearing them as I did. Read More Looking For My Religion In The Season Of Advent
Thanks, Bach, for creating the quintessential boring organ music. You genius, you. Read More Forgotify, the Last Frontier: “Kyrie, Gott Vater in Ewigkeit, BWV 669”
I really wanted to like this book — it’s billed as a comic novel, and it has a grumpy atheist protagonist! My kind of thing then, but I still struggled with it. Read More Reading the Man Booker Prize 2014: To Rise Again At A Decent Hour by Joshua Ferris
That’s right, I’ve managed not one, but two news stories that involve David Bowie. We’ve also got some judges who could be heroes, just for one day…
What… or who… is actually being maligned?
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever forced myself to commit to paper, because as flippant as I am, I don’t enjoy talking about my own emotions. I keep an obvious line drawn in the sand when it comes to things that are close to my heart. I don’t like to tell people about things that I’ve spent years considering. Sometimes it’s painful just to process that a decision needs to be made, never mind the making of it. And often when I’ve tried to have this discussion with the people who are close to me, they override me. “Do you or don’t you?” “What’s to think about?” “You’re smarter than that.” “You’re going to hell, you know.” It’s almost as if my decision rewrites their own self-definition in some inimitable way.
I am, of course, talking about Faith. Yes, with a capital F. Read More A Cautious Return
“I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/This is it, the apocalypse/Whoa.” -“Radioactive,” by Imagine Dragons, aka the official song of 2013.
Once upon a time, when I was young and naive (okay, young-ER and less cynical), I wrote an open letter to the brand new Pope Benedict about how he had been granted a huge responsibility and opportunity to make the Catholic church better for its adherents. Things have changed since then, and I’ve learned a lot, like the following: Read More Who Am I To Judge?