God is a Gentleman

ben-rosett-10614How do I know God is a gentleman? He proved it a couple years ago. I am reminded of it every time I’m irked for not getting the proper credit for a selfless act… during my Mother Teresa-like life of service. This is where I would add one of those annoying wink emoji’s. Those of you who know me right now are rolling your eyes and settling in for a good yarn to be spun. I promise I won’t disappoint. Continue reading “God is a Gentleman”

I’m dipping my foot into the pool…

For the last decade or so, as social media has rapidly taken over our entire culture, I have warily ignored it. I am not a Luddite, (a great scrabble word BTW) someone who longs for rotary phones or landlines per say, but the idea of every “sheeple” with a pulse sharing each an every intimate and or mundane excerpt of their life makes me seriously queasy.

I tried Facebook. I don’t like it. In fact, when it first became part of common parlance, I would wince each time someone mentioned it, remembering that actual, paperback facebook from my freshman year in college that displayed everyone’s awkward senior picture. Perms and braces abound. It included a brief, personal description of each student’s background and hobbies. For example, “I grew up in Cleveland and enjoy watching college basketball with my dad.” Unbeknownst to me while I was answering the dizzying array of random questions on the new student forms, this Facebook was published for the whole university to peruse. Some random sophomore stalker at the student union could, at a glance, learn that I was a big Jane Austen fan who had a cat named Scooter. Ick. Not that I had a regular problem with stalkers due to aforementioned perm and braces, but I’m just sayin’. As an upperclassman, I remember hearing the guys looking forward to the new facebook with lustful delight. Double ick.

So I resisted- for a long time. But I like to write. And since my Catholic faith has been reawakened, I’m on fire and I really enjoy describing my newfound zeal, as well as my regular setbacks along the way. For the last couple of years, I’ve emailed a small, select number of my fans- ahem, three people to be exact, one of whom is my own husband. While I have gotten a lot out of my system, I’ve started to wonder if there are a few more out there that might find comfort or even humor in my own personal, “intimate and or mundane” musings. That’s how this blog was born. I’ve decided to dip my foot into the pool along with the rest of the “sheeple” with a pulse. Expect a post on humility in short order.