Like many Catholics, I grew up enthralled by the story of Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals and the environment. Francis and I both shared a profound love for God’s creatures...
Home And Family Life
The world has shifted, and for me, Christmas has shifted too. For those of you who don’t know this, we’ve recently moved from our 2500 sq ft home to a 300 sq ft trailer.
One day I finally decided to splurge on a new rug to cover the floor of my office. Pottery Barn sold a beauty called “The Franklin Persian-Style.”
Roman Catholic bishops from around the world have called for a binding international agreement that would wean humanity from fossil fuels...
One thing I love about the holiday season is all the sparkling, twinkling lights that we see everywhere. I love driving around my neighborhood and
Dad, affectionately known as Ochiagha, always worked super-hard, and we used to joke at home that we needed to schedule an appointment with his secretary to see him.
Christianity Today surveyed the tweets and postings of Evangelical Christian leaders after a Grand Jury chose not to indict New York City Police Officer Daniel Pantaleo,
I’m receiving pictures from fellow bloggers showing snow-covered front lawns and backyards, reminding me of the first time I saw snow. Mrs. Chatterbox was an Army…
Living, and running the family business from this tiny trailer, is an exercise in imustbenuts, for my first nature is to produce an aesthetically pleasing environment.
This morning I woke alone in bed. Mrs. Chatterbox got up before dawn and began working on the feast that is the hallmark of this special day.
I disappear from my blog for days on end quite often. Mostly just to get away from it. I’m taking some time off now for an…
I was a nerdy kid ( I was an artist, chess player, member of the Latin Club, poet, devotee of ancient civilizations and skilled puppet maker) I also collected stamps.
Elections – always rough and wearisome – are now tawdry cartoons churned by gaudy ad agencies hired by lackluster political parties.
This is the history of a chair, nothing as important as a throne or relic, but it has been in the Chatterbox household for forty years—our so-called bordello chair.
A curtain was pulled back and figures emerged from darkness in a shaft of light—a half dozen cloaked musicians with medieval instruments.