Sally Thomas

All right, Joe , I’ll bite, though I hesitate to accept a title like “poet-in-residence” for the simple reason that I haven’t actually written much poetry in the last five years. A prosaic turn of mind hasn’t stopped me, however, from thinking about poetry. . . . . Continue Reading »

The comment you left asking me if I knew of a source for those ribbon-bookmark thingies got lost in the blog-changeover shuffle, and I’m worrying about the repetitive-stress-injury potential which your breviary poses. Might these be what you’re looking for? You can order them from St. . . . . Continue Reading »

Once years ago I was talking with the chaplain of our local university’s Episcopal Campus Ministry who had, for reasons I can’t now remember, invited me to lunch. She was new on the job, new in town, and new to me; in the course of the hour we spent together, I learned quite a lot about . . . . Continue Reading »

Okay, so, I’m thinking Dante —Dude, I know he’s a poet. No, I don’t really know what they do, either. Wait, wait, he’s a poet, but he’s, like, a poet . . . warrior. With a sword. You know, “The sword is mightier than the pen.” Whatever. Anyway, so he . . . . Continue Reading »

From the L.A. Times, a look at a cluster of California charter schools which “mock liberal orthodoxy with such zeal that it can seem like a parody.” At American Indian Public Charter, School administrators take pride in their record of frequently firing teachers they consider to be . . . . Continue Reading »

Why is it that when people discern bearded faces in their food, they assume them to be the countenance of the Lord?For some reason, Great Britain has in recent years been home to a number of food apparitions. You could say, of course, that the British have the best food in the world, and then they . . . . Continue Reading »

Nothing says memento mori like a human skull. Saint Jerome never appears without one, and neither should you.Now you, too, can give the gift of awareness of human frailty and the transience of life for the great bargain price of $12.50, thanks to our friends at American Science and Surplus. This is . . . . Continue Reading »

I was looking for a crucifix to hang on the wall above my desk. It never occurred to me that this would be a difficult thing to find.Now, honestly. I can’t decide what I think is stranger: the head of Christ growing out of the bark like some kind of miracle knothole apparation; the Crucifixion . . . . Continue Reading »

The other day I mentioned that a blog called Semicolon was hosting a favorite-hymns survey. As it turns out, the people at PopularHymns.com have already compiled one. Hymns are listed alphabetically; click on any title for words, audio clips, histories and author bios. Guess I know what I’ll . . . . Continue Reading »

So why don’t we talk about lanyards? Here, to my left, are some.Yep, lanyards. That’s what those are.Lanyards.Yep. Oh. I see some more over there.Those are lanyards, too.I think they say the same thing the others do, only the letters are closer together. And these don’t seem to . . . . Continue Reading »