At Least You’re Not Lonely Alone

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I am never alone, and I don’t mean in the Jesus way. Someone is always touching me or talking to me. I mother two monkeys five and under and have a fifteen year old who is, comparative to her peers, overly physically affectionate, and so they are on me, beside me, or about to be […]

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How to Make Peace, in Five-Year-Old Terms, in the Age of Trump

Rogue Homilies, Uncategorized

At the end of every soccer game last season, my son and the opposing teams of five year olds lined up and held out a hand, palm open. They passed as swiftly and evenly as they could, each player serving as a segment in twin human centipedes, to the friendly sound of cascading high fives, […]

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Call for Submissions

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Rogue Homilies originally started as a blog featuring vignettes about life and love and God–you know, pulpit things I’d say if I were a preacher. I’m not, hence the ‘rogue’ part of it. It turns out, there are many of me among you: would-be Pulpit People with Christ in your life and art in your […]

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Dirty Apples and the Friends Who Eat Them – #NPM15


Literology

She wasn’t scared when I inquired about the state of her apples, red and suspicious instead of delicious, looking as though they’d been painted to look like mimes, then wiped clean by a lazy person who may have mumbled, “oil based” and “impossible,” my go-to words for laundry and for art.   She said, “I […]

April 1, 2015

If Readers Were Like Runners…


Literology

I’m convinced my friends are among the smartest and most compassionate on the planet when they, year after year, go to Disney World to run their half-marathons and 10Ks and don’t invite me. What on this earth would a thirty-something desk-fat workaholic do on an exer-cation in the middle of February? The answer is fall […]

February 21, 2015

Why I Take Batman Grocery Shopping


Priceology

Meet Atticus, my three-year-old vigilante. Most days he goes by Batman. And eats Batman yogurt for breakfast (just regular yogurt). And wears Batman shoes (just regular shoes). And goes to Batman school.   In his spare time my Batman likes what other Batmen like. He likes to hang upside down and watch over our Gotham […]

February 12, 2015

If Anne Lamott Were My Godmother


Literology

In the parallel universe where there exists a Catholic me with a godmother, I call Anne Lamott. Whenever I finish an Anne Lamott book, I feel like our tin-can telephone string has just been pulled taut again, and our houses, never more than yards apart, are somehow dually warmed, root to rafter, by just our […]

January 18, 2015

To My Fellow Worriers: How About We Actually Live This Year?


Theology

To say I’m anxious is an understatement. I’m more like a forecaster of doom. You know, the mundane oblivion we’re all destined for, the kind that’s coming for us on the sure horizon. I roll my eyes at the hoarding doomsday preppers stockpiling their munitions and canned foods in repurposed school buses. But I wonder if […]

December 29, 2014

November 3 / Three Gifts That Start with N


Priceology

Mondays are always the days that make me teeter between wanting to hunker down and wanting to run away. I’ve opted for hunkering down because the weather’s nice, and my feet hurt. It doesn’t take much to make me happy these days. Any old couch and some good conversation will do. If you’re just joining us, we’re taking […]

November 4, 2014

November 2 / Three Gifts Worn


Priceology

Those who ‘know me-know me’ would say (1) glasses, (2) nosering, and (3) black. This is me on a day-to-day basis, yes, but although the most common to see on me, I’m most grateful for a few other things worn in my home this year. 1. Jamberries  I’m not big into personal aesthetics these days. It’s […]

November 2, 2014