Today’s One-Liner (#181)
We too are captive: prisoners of barred rooms and closed roads, unable to see our way out of failure, our betrayals and egoisms, our fears that paralyze, our attachments that hold us frozen. –John Kavanaugh,…
We too are captive: prisoners of barred rooms and closed roads, unable to see our way out of failure, our betrayals and egoisms, our fears that paralyze, our attachments that hold us frozen. –John Kavanaugh,…
“I’d rather see a sermon lived than talked.” –An old woman from North Saint Louis, quoted by John Kavanaugh, The Word Encountered: Meditations on the Sunday Scriptures, 86
In our own place and time, we have made a science of escape and sleep. Rather than live at that sharp edge of life, awake and alert, we pretend that we have no sin. There…
Ann Manganaro, 1993 Mev Puleo, 1996 Mark Scheu, 2003 Dan Horkheimer, 2007 John Kavanaugh, 2012 Pete Mosher, 2013 Hedy Epstein, 2016 Ellen Rehg, 2019 Jean Abbott, 2021 Andrew Wimmer, 2024 Andrew with Aldo, photo by…
I’m grateful to have come across Kari’s kind correspondence in a file this evening. Dear Mark, I just wanted to drop you a note to thank you for taking the time to write The Book…
As I was driving in the Central West End this afternoon, I realized that I had not asked a friend to do a Share the Wealth with us this weekend. Then, knowing that Christmas…
Alive beyond Alive My friend Loyola worked at Mount Saint Joseph and knew Pete Mosher. She and I reminisced before Pete’s funeral. Cab Yau picked me up at Loyola’s that morning and we went to…
What You Understand Depends on Where You Stand for Ellen Rehg Mev looked up to Ann ManganaroCo-founder of Karen Catholic Worker HouseSister of Loretto medical doctorCompañera to Father John Kavanaugh When Mev went to El…
From series, “Visions of Mev.” A scant 4 weeks after her debulking surgery for a glioblastoma (“grade 4”) brain tumor. Mid-May 1994. Mev is sitting enblanketed on couch in our Oakland apartment at…
There was the wailing wall in my study: How many minutes did I mediate on those photographs of Mev, how many tears fell, how many screams of mine ascended to Cathy Nolan’s ears upstairs, how…