Sally Thomas

Let’s see, let’s see . . . Nothing says Lift Tie the Cross quite like this, which actually lifts it twice, just to be sure. In these troubled economic times, more and more institutions of higher learning are forced to cut costs any way they can: salary reductions, heavier teaching loads, . . . . Continue Reading »

Which, I don’t mind sharing, is a constant theme in my confessions. I hope it’s a sign of progress that I actually bother to go to Confession . . . But I digress. Check this totally out. Here I am congratulating myself for getting up out of the chair and going bodily to Confession, when . . . . Continue Reading »

What time is it?But don’t take my word for it. Listen to what the vendor has to say: GREAT CLOCK TO HAVE AROUND THE HOUSERELIGIOUS ITEMS ARE GREATEVERYONE WILL LOVE THIS CLOCKSMAKES A GREAT GIFT FOR ANYONEWhich, I suppose, can be said of the Crucifixion itself, though I’m not sure . . . . Continue Reading »

The Anchoress has posted this beautiful video of the Nashville Dominicans, whose postulant classes, like those of the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist in Ann Arbor, have been overflowing in recent years. Meanwhile, we — our parish, that is — were visited recently by . . . . Continue Reading »

Out by the highway this week a big sign has appeared, advertising our town’s Fourth of July celebration. Of course, by the time I’m close enough to read anything smaller than “HISTORIC DOWNTOWN FOURTH OF JULY CELEBRATION,” I’ve already passed it, so I can’t say . . . . Continue Reading »

My friend Anthony, his finger ever on the pulse of . . . something . . . sent me this item from The Daily Mail: Is the Shroud of Turin really a self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci? I don’t know, but maybe the answer to that question is also the answer to this one. I hadn’t considered . . . . Continue Reading »

This caught my eye, not because it’s an example of egregiousness, nor again because it’s so particularly fine, but because I have one. Mine belonged to my grandmother. Her house was full of things which I was allowed to handle in ritual fashion: the decomposing china-and-kid doll . . . . Continue Reading »

I have just said yes to Father’s generous offer of an opportunity to teach the First Communion class, and I’m not a little tied up in knots. First of all, when Father asked me, I looked around to see whom else he might have been addressing: I haven’t been Catholic all that long, . . . . Continue Reading »

My friend Michael Linton just sent me this video clip of his lovely “Third Marian Carol,” and with the mercury climbing outside, and my little kids fighting over whose turn it is to hurl him- or herself headlong down the Slip’N’Slide, I thought I’d share it with all of . . . . Continue Reading »

Whoo. Let’s see what we’ve got going on tonight. Oh, oh, oh. Check it out. Easter’s over, baby, but you can beat the rush. I know about being forgiven, but won’t wearing a t-shirt that says so make people want to ask you what you did? In my town it would. “Whu’d . . . . Continue Reading »