It was a more innocent time, my childhood, when Jane Russell could only display the Platex Cross Your Heart Bra on a mannequin; it was a big deal that we heard the flush of the Bunker's toilet; when a married couple must be shown to each have one foot on the floor in the marital …
Author: bnzoot
(Mostly) harmless, middle-aged California girl transplanted and thriving in the South. Enjoys pondering Life, the Universe and Everything. Always interested and inspired by the world around me, even when I shake my head wondering, What is God THINKING?
Most of my working life was spent in Corporate America as a Secretary, then a Contract Manager. I took some time to go back to school, until circumstances.... led me to Education, which was inspiring and horrifying in equal measure.
I'm a cock-eyed optimist with a dark side and here is where I let loose of some thoughts appropriate for public consumption. Except for the times I'm completely inappropriate.
Weekend Coffee Share: Where do You Find the Holy?
We were walking out of Central Barbecue in Memphis, Tennessee, when Paul said, "Let's walk around the front of the motel and see what it is." We'd driven past the sign on the way to the barbecue place, knew we should know the name but came up bupkis. Was is some old rocker's momma's name? …
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All Women Have Weinstein Memories
The Harvey Weinstein revelations this week have been a particularly loathsome example of the hurdles women still face professionally but for me, it hit rather surprisingly close to home. It brought up a memory I guess I'd have to say I repressed, as it was days in before I realized, standing in my kitchen and …
Tuesday Prayer
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An (Extra)Ordinary Man
We were serving hot dogs to homeless people in Columbia, South Carolina, when I overheard a scrap of conversation. I had observed that Arthur knew almost all of the homeless we served that day, but chalked it up to frequent participation in this particular ministry. But it was more than that, it was one of …
#WeekendCoffeeShare: Contemplating the Power of Prayer, and a Road Trip
If we were having coffee, we would be out on the patio enjoying the morning, as our temperatures in North Central Texas have dropped and the mornings have been spectacular. Over the first cup, I might ask if you've spent any time in prayer this week, however you pray, given all the various storms …
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The Percival Moment
Last night, Paul and I were dropping off a Home Depot bucket full of cleaning products at our priest's house, and Mother Leslie was thanking us for contributing. A couple of other parishioners are driving a truck, stuffed with cleaning supplies, de-humidifiers, and fans, down to Houston today. I told her no worries, we always …
A Wedding Dress
Shimmering fabric, delicate stitching, sparkling sequins, and warm, tiny seed pearls. All of it swathed in yellowing plastic and stuffed in a dilapidated box, a veteran of four moves in two years. Not my wedding dress, but my predecessor's. When one marries for the second time, particularly when one marries a widow(er), one encounters …
Who Are You?
From my mother, I grew up with very specific ideas about who I am genetically. We were Irish, "Descended from Jonathan Kelly, who stowed away aboard the Mayflower to get here and practice his Catholic faith in freedom from the English swine who stole our language and religion." My mother had opinions on the English. …
Then One Day, I Knew the Headline
It was and is a rough school, where I once worked. The surrounding area and schools feeding into the 5A High School were tough, with a student population of whom more than 50% were Economically Disadvantaged, and there were a lot of the troubles that seem to come with living in a poor neighborhood. There …
Southern Fried Californian 