I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.

As seen on the front page of the Chicago Sun-Times!


As instructed by my spiritual director!


Anyone wanna bet how I frittered away my evening? Hmmm. Stopped at the bookstore on my way home yesterday to pick up Death on a Friday Afternoon. Then I took the boys to the library. While perusing the new acquisitions I ran across Muldoon. It isn’t that great a book. But it mentioned enough real names and places that I couldn’t put it down. Haunted rectory, hmmmm? It wasn’t so scary that I’ll quaking when I have to put in a few night hours next week.

I know anytime a parent is reading, good behavior is supposedly being modeled. I don’t know. I just don’t know. Those hours I spent last night may not be what the experts are talking about.