Let’s pretend I put a kitschy valentine in your shoebox mailbox, and you did the same for me.  And then, I’ll say a little prayer for you, and maybe you’ll do the same for me. 🙂
Ink ‘n Doodles lives…
A bunch of years ago (wow, not yesterday?) my friend Rob Suarez started a creative workshop called Ink ‘n Doodles, a fun place for people to go play. We found not just a place to hang out and share our stuff, but a place to push ourselves a little — maybe take some risks, all in an environment of acceptance and support, and always with the exhortation to “go create something!”
We did!
Rob wrote a couple of novels, notably Murder by Design which is also a podcast. Chuch wrote an epic series, The Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers which is also an amazing podcast (check out Interview with a Wizard, too!). Â Wency launched into blogging and no doubt, even more creativity in the classroom, and faced a different kind of challenge: he’s running marathons! What a beast!
What about little ole me? Oh, I’ve been writing here and there.
And today, I am a guest at my friend Pat Gohn‘s column, A Word in Season over at the great website, Patheos.com.
Holy smokes! I mean, Viva Guadalupe!
Here’s an excerpt…go leave Pat a nice comment so she invites me back to her playground 🙂
I have fallen in love with a statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe. “She” stands just to the right of the altar in our parish chapel, solitary and without the bright sunburst that we associate with Guadalupe. Posed with hands in prayer, wearing a sweet look that matches the serene, simple, and muted colors of her robes, her stillness and the simplicity inherent in her design soothes me. I find peace when I am before her.
read the rest here.
anti-social must be my temperament
I am at the oral surgeon — Christy is having her wisdom teeth removed. Why didn’t the dentist just pull ’em out? Yeah, well, this isn’t about that adventure; it’s about the waiting room.
There are 12 seats here. I know because I counted them. Twice. For emphasis.
I am annoyed because there is all this space everywhere and no one here except me, and the woman who has chosen to sit right beside me. Yes. She is sucking up the air in my personal space bubble. And it is choking me. That’s a heckuva statement to make coming from a person that generally doesn’t have personal space issues. [full disclosure: If I like you, then I don’t have personal space issues. If I don’t like you, sharing an armrest when it isn’t necessary is not going to endear you to me].
ANYWAY, I am annoyed. Did I say that already? It bears repetition. I am annoyed.
And then I had a moment of surprising charity and thought maybe she was there alone. So I smiled at her.
She stared me down and went back to her 2009 Good Housekeeping.
Really?