Flights of Lunacy

It seems I have yet to find a way to balance journaling and blogging, because it seems while I'm perfectly capable of doing one (to the...

I wrote 70-plus pages in a journal during the two weeks Mom and I were in Scotland (despite our breakneck pace through the country and esse...

And that's just one side... Departure day, T-minus 5 hours and 10-odd minutes, give or take. The reality that Mom and I are leaving ...

It had been far, far (vastly!) too long since I was last on a retreat, and so last (Memorial Day) weekend's Florida State University Cat...

The Poet T.A. Daly The truest poet is not one Whose golden fancies fuse and run To moulded phrases, crusted o'er With flash...

I only have today off for my "weekend" since I subbed out working Monday in exchange for having next Saturday off for the CSU reun...

One thing I love about Ann Voskamp's writing on her blog, "A Holy Experience," is her honesty. I try to be honest when I wri...

I'm generally an up-beat, positive person overall, but, like most people, I definitely have my moments of angst, and that whiny quote fr...

I'm female, so over-analyzing things is in my nature. Worse still, my B.A. is in Creative Writing, so I essentially have a degree in e...

I've wanted to take part in Jennifer Fulwiler's  7 Quick Takes link-up for a while now (and have no discernible reason for why I...

Unpacking This past weekend, I bought a new lawn mower. I'd tried to keep my lawn maintained with an old-school reel mower (which also ...

At mass yesterday, the pastor at my church, Fr. John, started off his homily by telling us about the part he played in an eighth-grade love...

I have this running list in my head of books I'd like to reread and figured it was about time I set the list down somewhere before it be...

I hope you had a wonderful Easter Sunday with friends and family! As my mother was out of state visiting one of my brothers, I spent Easter...

I'm glad I'm the one assigned to shoot photos of the Living Stations of the Cross, put on by the youth group at the parish near my o...

Mom: "This is really tiring!" Me: "This is why people pay travel agents." For much of the last two days, my mom and ...

There was a song occasionally sung at Christmas in my parish when I was growing up that always annoyed me, partially because it didn't ...

I had an entirely different beginning for this post, until I realized how often I start stories with "When I was 12 or 13..." I su...

Oh, was I ever distracted at mass today. I'm up at my mom's until tomorrow (we've had two days of festivals -- the Dunedin Hig...