Is it safe?
I am writing this blog a day after Dorothy Day‘s birthday, and I’m wondering something she wouldn’t want me to wonder. Is it safe to hope?
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We are fast approaching two of the coolest days on the calendar. No, not Mischief Night and Halloween. All Saints and All Souls.
It is just over 1 hour into my 51st year on this planet (no need to mention other planets where I may or may not have spent any time). Once again, Morpheus is elusive, so I am sitting at the foot of my mother’s bed (we treasure having her with us again!), and I am […]
It is not all good. It is not all bad. I’m talking about this day, this week, this year, this life we share, like it or not.
It’s in the jokes-in-your-head that no one else hears. (“This new loofah just might be the LOOF OF MY LIFE!”) It’s in the perfect hair days seen only by the Amazon delivery man. (“Lookin’ spiffy, Ma’am.”) But is happiness unshared ergo unreal?
Nineteen years. That’s how long it’s been since the invincible towers fell. This grief is two years older than Tabby’s Place itself.
Public service announcement. For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies.