You know how sometimes you find yourself slogging through a literally and figuratively Big Novel thinking “This ‘work’ is long merely for sake of acquiring the Heft of Importance”—and “I’m 400 pages into this thing but still think I’m going to cut bait

Despite using phrases like “the Jesuit order—you know, the one that includes the pope” and “Catholics—1/6 of the world’s population” I was unable to convince Plan B Entertainment that I was cool enough to get an advance DVD of "World War Z." I was

I’m a Mary. My mom is a Mary. My older sister is a Bridget Mary. Although I was born in the decline-of-Mary era, I was never the sole Mary around, because I attended Catholic school, although some of my fellow Marys got to go by their middle names or nicknames. As a child, I wished that I had

The following is a guest blog post from freelance writer Mary Valle nbsp A friend Christine Lorenz posted this video on Facebook a few days ago It rsquo s a short video taken in her yard on January 13 2013 It was 68 degrees Farenheit in Pittsburgh and wolf spiderlings were running amok Most y

For two or three consecutive years in grade school I got a handout at the beginning of Lent. It was a millionth-generation chart of sorts, handdrawn by someone in the 1970s, most likely. It had little pictures of eggs and jellybeans with little hand-written suggestions in them. The idea was that you