Dear Susan, This year, we were treated to the “sexiest Olympics opening ceremony ever,” according to Gisele Bundchen, Brazil native and supermodel. Not only was Gisele part of the opening but she promised “lots of nearly naked women doing the samba.” Perhaps no hosting city has summed up the dual physical and spiritual nature of… Continue reading Fruits of the Olympic Spirit
Dear Anne, What could possibly be better than being Catholic? Why, being an American Catholic, of course! In the spirit of Independence Day, I offer you some, ahem, “important” moments in Catholic American history. 1649: The Maryland Toleration Act is passed. Contrary to popular belief, this act mandated religious freedom for Catholics in the colony, not… Continue reading And With Your Spirit–of ’76
Dear Susan, Most Americans would rather have dental work than go bathing suit shopping, according to a 2011 survey by Anytime Fitness. Thanks go to Pope Francis for inadvertently taking the heat off this bikini season, otherwise known by the quaint, nonjudgmental, unisex term “summer.” The Pope can’t seem to speak without causing controversy… Continue reading Beach Body or Body of Christ?
Dear Anne, Watching the Hamilton juggernaut that was the Tony awards last week, I felt a certain sympathy for those nominated for other musicals. Kind of like East Dakota State University at North Podunk earning the first NCAA basketball berth in the school’s history– only to play Kansas in the first round. I bet… Continue reading The World’s Gonna Know Your Name
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Princess Charlene and the Pope. From Getty Images Dear Susan, Honestly, if I had known as a little girl that there was such a Catholic royalty perk as the Privilege of the White, I might have taken that whole princess phase a little more seriously. Despite what Google…
Of princesses, pain and purification
Dear Susan, Where is home for you? As you know, we are back in Houston now and I suppose it’s as much home for me as anywhere else. Our neighborhood looks like it could be in the area I grew up in, except for occasional (and personally offensive) palm trees. When I first moved… Continue reading Anomie of the State