Yesterday, the Feast of the Epiphany, I did something I recall doing only one other time, back when our eldest daughter was 9 years old: I wrote with chalk above my doorway. I was going to do this bit of religious graffiti with crayon since we didn't have chalk in the house, but my ever-sporting …
Visiting the prisoner — or just writing him
Two days ago, on the ninth day of Christmas, I returned to work. I came in an hour early to take advantage of the quiet before anyone else arrived. It turned out also to be before the building's heat was turned on, I discovered to my chilly surprise. Completely ignoring the fact that I'd really …
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Vacuuming up Baby Jesus
Once, I vacuumed up Baby Jesus. Naturally, I panicked. I’d been cleaning up around the Nativity Scene – sucking up stray bits of straw that had worked their way out of the confines of the modest wooden stable we’d built for the Holy Family. I slipped, just a bit, with the vacuum cleaner hose and, …
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