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by Forfare DavisThe inaugural post of Pseudoplotinus, aka Forfare Davis Continue Reading »
The inaugural post of Pseudoplotinus, aka Forfare Davis Continue Reading »
The Edith Stein Project of the University of Notre Dame is an annual conference that seeks to articulate the authentic meaning of human dignity and sexuality. This year’s conference is on “Relationships and the Call to Love” and it’s keynote address will be given by Alasdair MacIntyre on “Edith Stein on Empathy.” Continue Reading »
Twenty-five years ago, on Jan. 27, 1989, a joint statement from the communist government of Poland, the Solidarity trade union, and the Catholic Church announced a national “Roundtable” to discuss the country’s future, including major structural issues of political and economic . . . . Continue Reading »
During the 1950s and 1960s, when Pete Seeger and Malvina Reynolds coaxed classrooms full of kids to join them in the singing of folk songs, no one paid much attention, not even those who, in the middle of the Cold War, saw America’s “singing left” as a threat to the republic. . . . . Continue Reading »
At the Grammys last night Queen Latifah officiated a mass wedding ceremonywith some couples heterosexual, some gayfollowed by a surprise song from Madonna. Was it satire? I am a big fan of satirical mockery, even satirical mockery of important things such as marriage. Such satire . . . . Continue Reading »
New Year’s Resolutions tend to focus on new skills and habits to acquire. This is the year you’ll finally go to the gym or start taking lessons to brush up on your French or learn computer programming. But as the year begins, it can be salutary to think about what you already spend time practicing and if there are ‘lessons’ you’d like to drop. . . . Continue Reading »
Love and Salt: A Spiritual Friendship Shared in Letters by amy andrews and jessica mesman griffith loyola, 324 pages, $14.95Over the course of three years, Amy Andrews and Jessica Mesman Griffith wrote each other what were, for a while, daily letters. This regular exchange began as a Lenten . . . . Continue Reading »
The last few monks retreat in monasteries, the vigilant in town consult well-thumbed survival guides, and all the caged canaries left in the mines have recently . . . . Continue Reading »
The tourists traipse; the sights go by, a blur of cramped and cobbled streets where faux cafés and sellers of souvenirs administer the sacraments of our despairing . . . . Continue Reading »
Driving on the Solstice, tuning in to Public Radio, I heard a voice, legitimately trained, a little thin, but earnest; the soprano’s every . . . . Continue Reading »