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True Confession: Sometimes I obsess. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember – my brain gets stuck on something and nothing will unstick it except time and…
Read moreTrue Confession: Sometimes I obsess. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember – my brain gets stuck on something and nothing will unstick it except time and…
Read moreI wish I could give you a moment-by-moment account of Geneva’s spring recital this afternoon, but alas, I cannot. Anyone who has ever had children of widely varying ages knows…
Read moreI grew up listening to my dad’s favorite musicians, the Melody Four. In his beautiful tenor voice, he sang along with every song, on every record. One that I loved…
Read moreSundays are invariably a day filled with potential. Potential mini-dramas, such as the child who wont eat anything you offer for breakfast, and therefore you can predict almost to the…
Read moreToday’s passage is taken from the Lectionary reading for April 25, on the Feast of St. Mark the Evangelist. 1 Peter 5:8-10 The New American Bible, Revised Edition (NABRE) 8…
Read moreDespite the unanimous vote of my students to continue their “spring break” throughout the Octave of Easter, our Administrator overruled them and set us back to school today. We do have…
Read moreSung at the Cathedral this afternoon for the Good Friday liturgy. Here is the The Chapel Choir of University College, Hurham, withJohn Sanders’ setting of The Reproaches.
Read moreOver the past couple of weeks, The Boy has been observing his sisters enthusiastically embrace their new instruments, with a sense of bemusement, thinking, as he has told me, “What…
Read moreToday began much as other Saturdays have done, with Paul taking the older girls to shooting practice, while I remained at home to shepherd The Boy in preparing for and…
Read moreThis afternoon heralded the passing of a legacy from one generation to another. Laurent received her first cello lesson from her grandmother, on the same instrument Oma began playing as…
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