So, I’ve been experimenting with sonnets, just to see how hard it might be. The verdict: Sonnets are very hard.…
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The Day I Married New Orleans
It was an unorthodox ceremony to be sure, peculiar and solemn as the girl I was then. I loved New Orleans the way you love a person: passionately, even obsessively. I wanted to gather New Orleans into my arms and kiss her.
Parties are Lame and So am I
A conspiracy exists and it goes like this: Parties are Fun! I keep falling for it. And then I go to a party
“Sandra Stringer, 1930 – 2017” or, the wretched life of an old sourpuss
Some people go to their graves angry, unhappy, and utterly closed off to all possible goodness in their lives.
The Starlight in My Soul’s Dark Night
Dark nights happen to some and not others, and only God knows why. St. John of the Cross called it a holy experience. Tell that to my priest, I wanted to say. Tell it to my husband, who still mourns the “nice Christian girl” he thought he married.
The Church Inside Myself (That I Didn’t Know Was There)
Meditation is one of those things that has always been for other people. Patchouli-toothpaste white people with rustic-but-pricey cedar furniture and mandala wall hangings. People who “study” Japanese cooking. People with gurus and lots of time on their hands.
The Ho-Hum Christmas Blues
Whatever the reason, I’ve turned into one of those adults who were incomprehensible to me as a child: one who’s ambivalent about Christmas.
