As ppb put it:
It’s a meme. I’m a lemming.
The first line form the first post of each month this year.
When I was a young woman who did not appreciate her parents,
I used to say rather snottily that rather than being religious, they worshipped
at the Altar of Politeness.
This is less a whine than a mother’s cry of outrage.
Day’s beginning before the dawn:
Hurrying with children to dress and eat,
To feed the dogs and zip the backpacks,
To make the holy journey together.
But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood
"…and it looks like Nathan’s just another
St. Casserole wonders what we would do if we had all the
time in the world this summer?
A dramatic reading for the 4th Sunday after Pentecost
We are still awaiting the arrival of the heat wave, but
there has been one casualty of heat exhaustion in this household already: my
#1 Son recently participated in an experimental theatre
project called "Heart Play" at Formerly Methodist Currently Hiptastic
I’m back from a retreat day with other local clergy.
Although it comes as late as it can this year, Advent is
I’m not certain, but I think these may be oddly representative: family history, children, song lyrics, RevGalBlogPals, work, even the first stanza of a poem I wrote not because I am a poet but because some things can’t be described any other way. We’re just sadly missing dogs and husband.