Vigilia Nativitatis Domini

NaNoWriMo Wannabe
It's insane. I have no business even thinking about it. Not for an instant. Not even in an insomniac, slightly flu-ridden (hard to tell, but my face hurts) state. I can't tell stories. I don't think in stories. I have nothing to say.Oh, but I want to. I love novels. Well, sort of. I don't really think of myself as a reader of, ahem, Literature. I like fairy stories and some sci-fi. Mysteries mostly. I know I should like more historical fiction than I do, but it's so hard to get the voice right. I like novels that make you think, but not too hard. Mainly, I want to be Lewis or Tolkien, writing deep theology in story form. But I'm more or less certain I could never

Puppy, Age 11
Drawn by RLF, age 13September 12, 1978(And, yes, my childhood dog's name was Puppy. I named her when I was two: "Puppy, puppy, puppy!" You see?)

American Dream
I say that the last place that I want to live is suburbia, but the problem is...I grew up there. And, yes, weirdly enough, there are things that I miss.I miss hanging out in somebody else's kitchen, talking for hours about, you know, stuff.I miss calling my friends--on the telephone!--and asking if they want to come over and play without having to schedule weeks in advance.I miss sitting on the front lawn pulling up blades of grass and watching the cars--never very many--go by.I miss walking home from school through the neighborhood pretending that my book bag was my friend and that bushes were actually matter transporters if only I had the c

The Active Life
Oh, I'm a bad girl: I'm blogging when I should be doing my homework (read, preparing for class). But I'm so tired of preparing for class. Here it is, sixth week of term, and for the past month I've barely had time to think straight, much less prepare for class in the way that I would prefer. I know, I know, I'm fairly sure that I overprepare, but it rarely feels that way. No matter how many times I've read a text, there is always something new to learn about it. Tomorrow, for example, we are talking about the Carolingian response to the Iconoclast controversy, which required (because otherwise I would not be "keeping up with the research") spending this morning "reading" T

For All the Saints
Every one a mirror... reflecting the glory of God. And yet...