Laundry, Liturgy and Care for the Soul

Front loading washers have what I consider a hideous secret flaw. I noticed it a few weeks after the new washer was installed. That was a headache story on its own so I’ll spare you the details but suffice it to say that when the project was finally done it was a huge relief. I swear I could look in the direction of that new washing machine and see a beam of…

8 things I wish I’d known about the Orthodox Church

I make lists. Some days just the act of sitting down and writing out the list feels like an accomplishment. I used to try to keep track of these things on my phone, in fact I have at least three apps plus the notepad and the calendar to keep my stuff together so to speak. It works, for a little while at least. But there’s nothing like the piece of actual paper…

Day 29: St Herman of Alaska

I somehow neglected to post yesterday for the blog challenge. My only excuse is that it was a weird day. If we were talking in person and I knew you really well I’d probably tell you it was a weird effing day and I don’t swear all that much (anymore.) It’s nothing specific, nothing to worry about; odd circumstances, some holiday stress, some free floating anxiety, maybe a bit of hormonal shifting.…

Day Twenty: Incense

Incense is a trigger. Usually my fainting spells are spurred by the smell of hospital rooms or the sight of needles or blood but incense has become a trigger too. For a number of years I could not enter a Catholic church when incense was being used without getting light-headed. I’d spent a great deal of my grade school years greeting the marble floor of the church with my skull, my limp…