Picture this fictional, yet accurate, scenerio: It’s 1959, and St. Procopius Catholic School is flourishing. There are two of every grade and 18 religious sisters who serve the students. Sister Mary Pius has recently told all the eighth-grade boys that God may be calling them to the priesthood, and six of...
The last cheese ball has bit the dust. The stinky monk cheese (as my children call it) is only a memory. Just the dregs of the raspberry-chocolate liqueur remain. It’s now officially time to declare that the feasting is over, and we wassailers must face the music. Sometime between the middle of Advent and...
Well, it has finally happened: I am getting requests for topics that you want to hear about! At least nine people have stopped me in the library, church, grocery store, etc., asking that I discuss what to do with Santa Claus. I didn’t know he was causing a problem. Apparently, many young parents are...
If anyone should be nominated for the Foolish Virgins Society poster child, I’m your woman. I have run out of oil so many times, it’s not funny. It comes from convincing myself that I have more oil than I really do. As the story goes: Half the girls waiting for the bridegroom to arrive at the wedding...
In a world where Halloween is running a close second behind Christmas for most popular holiday, what I have to say is going to sound like I’m raining on the parade. It’s just that the last thing we need to do to our kids is make evil look good, and Halloween does just that: Dracula, monsters, ghosts,...
