Pooh, Pluto, and Fish Oil

Published on: March 18, 2013 by Missy O'Brien 9 Comments

WWJD? That would be my friend John, not Jesus. Jesus (thank God) does not talk to me. Friends are the vitamins and minerals we need to thrive. Having a wide circle of them is having a cupboard stuffed full of miracle nutritional supplements, each bottle promising renewed health and vitality and joy. You take certain […]

Mothers are Refrigerators

Published on: March 16, 2013 by Missy O'Brien

Waxing rhapsodic about motherhood is not something I’m ever likely to do, at least until I’m a waning old woman who’s losing herself. Then again, waxing in general is not something I ever do – to cars, floors, or legs. Tried waxing various furry parts of me once, and it felt indeed like motherhood – […]

Headless Goats & Wrong-Headed Women

Published on: March 15, 2013March 15, 2013 by Missy O'Brien 4 Comments

Evan Davidson of Inglewood, California, gazed upon what was supposed to be his beloved wife at rest in her lovely expensive casket and told the mortuary that they had the wrong woman; it wasn’t her head, even given being dead. The news article didn’t mention whether or not he went on to check other body […]

Priest Baiting

Published on: March 12, 2013March 12, 2013 by Missy O'Brien 4 Comments

With all the cardinals returning to Rome to roost and preen their fine red plumage, the bird watcher in me remembered something heretical I wrote Before Blogging, back in the day when I had to find real people to address. Yes, it’s a real letter, and I really sent it. You don’t lie about (or […]

Knowing My Place

Published on: March 10, 2013March 10, 2013 by Missy O'Brien 4 Comments

Hell is not being consigned to flames of woe. Hell is being assigned to work beside a refrigerator – a noisy, full-sized, gleaming white one. You might wonder what business a refrigerator has in the center of a large open office environment, a presumably professional and public sort of space. I wonder about this, too. […]