“It’s rusting underneath,” my mechanic said recently after changing the oil and rotating the tires on my 1991 Camry. “I’d say you have a year, but I wouldn’t push it to two.” My ex and I bought the car used from a Cincinnati area dealer in 1998 after I’d been rear-
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Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…
The first time I went to church on Ash Wednesday was 2006, when a group of us from work walked to a DC parish that pretty much shovels people in and shovels them out on “Ash and Dash” day. I don’t have a strong memory of that first time a priest crossed my forehead with ashes. What I… Continue reading Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…
Only Connect: Writer to Writer
It was cold last Friday as I came up the Metro escalator. I was debating about working out at my apartment building gym vs. going home to change and then going outside again and
Of Elevators and Pews
You might say today’s homily began with an elevator pitch. The priest asked us to think about what we or others do in an elevator–read the operation license, watch the lights move from floor to floor, check our phones,