I’m cooking pot roast for dinner, so there’s a bag of onions on the table. I’ve been trying this unique storage method for onions and garlic–so far so good. I keep the onions and garlic in paper bags in a hanging wire basket in the basement; holes punched in the bags allow air to circulate.IMG_0792

So Little Brother wants to know why there’s a bag with holes in it on the table.

“It’s for the onions. They need to breathe.”

“Onions aren’t alive. Dead things don’t breathe.”

“Right. Well, the air needs to get around them so they don’t rot.”

“Does it work?”

“I think so.”

“Oh! They should put holes like that in coffins, then, so dead people wouldn’t rot.”

“They’d rot anyway.”


At this point I’ve had about all I can take of this strange conversation. “Because they’re not onions!”



old west portraitWe went out to dinner tonight to celebrate TheDad’s birthday. At his choice of restaurant, many walls were decorated with Old West portraits–except for the ones by the bar, which held large TVs featuring SEC football.

Middle Sister mused aloud about whether, in 150 years, our portraits would be hanging on some restaurant wall somewhere. “Would we even know? I wonder if those people know we’re looking at their pictures right now.”

I didn’t think that we’d know about it if this happened. “How would we be able to keep track of all the places where our digital images wind up?”

Little Brother disagreed. “We’d know about it in heaven!”


“God has excellent eyes!”


Last week at the writing conference I had the privilege to listen to a presentation by Randy Hain on integrating faith and work. Since most of the writing I do is for secular venues, this topic was particularly interesting to me.

catholic briefcaseI wanted to learn more so I purchased his book The Catholic Briefcase:  Tools for Integrating Faith and Work. My original purpose was to learn better time-management skills, but the other topics covered in this book are just as important.

Today, as I approached the Chick-Fil-A drive-through with Little Brother and his friend in the car, I was reminded that some things are easier for kids than they are for grownups. Kids who are raised in the Faith have no problem integrating faith and life. It’s just what they do.

Here’s what happened:  Little Brother’s friend wanted to order a mint milkshake, and I had to tell him that mint was not available because it’s a seasonal flavor.

He replied, “Oh, yeah! It’s Ordinary Time now.”

Amen I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18: 3-4)