You can read my latest column, about celebrating a Catholic Halloween, at Crisis today:
And in case you still aren’t convinced, I offer you my annual argument in favor of celebrating Halloween, from a slightly different approach:
Captain America costume in size 3T
[I was browsing through some blog archives today and this bit of family history from 2006 made me smile. Some things never change.]
You gotta love these All Saints Day parties. I like to think of them as a healthy reminder that the saints were human beings. Just like us. Just like our children. And that every one of us is called to be a saint too.
On our way to the much-anticipated party last night, I gave my gang of holy heroes what I like to call a Reminder Lecture about polite behavior at social events. When I was through, Ambrose, in full St. Augustine regalia, turned appropriately reflective.
“I don’t know about you guys,” he mused to his fellow saints who filled the surrounding seats of van, “But when I go out somewhere special, I don’t need a reminder to be good, I just am good.”
Hmmmm, interesting observation.
But the good bishop went on. “Once when we were at a party, some little kid bit me on the leg and all I did was pull him off and tell him he should go see his mother.”
Just as I was starting to feel proud of my saintly son, however, he completed the thought.
“At home, though, it’s waaaaaay different. If anyone bites me, I’m fighting back.”
“Oh yes, definitely,” I heard the sweet voice of St. Clare agree from the back. “Fight back.”
Here’s my annual getting ready for Oktoberfest post. Even if you aren’t planning a fall party, you might enjoy treating your family to some of these seasonal recipes.
Here’s what we’re making and baking these days:
Basic Pie Dough (for apple pies)
Daniel turns five today.
He was up at dawn this morning, suffering with the beginnings of a cold. A runny nose with a sore throat. Poor birthday boy.
He woke me up to ask for a drink and some medicine, and I willed myself out of bed and down the stairs to get him what he needed.
Afterwards, I followed him back up the stairs and we stopped outside my bedroom door. Of course he would be coming back to bed with me. That’s what he does when he wakes in the early morning. He rests for a short while longer with me.
“Actually,” Daniel interrupted as I reached for the doorknob, “I will sleep in my bed.”
“I don’t need you,” he explained cheerfully before marching toward his room.
I followed him there and tucked him in. I gave him a birthday kiss and left him there to sleep like a big boy, in his own bed.
When we got up this morning, he gave me his birthday cake request:
“I want it to be a big, tall cake — like a wedding cake — with a triceratops on the top, and decorated with lemons all around it.”
That much will be easy.
5 days till his birthday!
In honor of Father’s Day ( This SUnday!), Fathers for Good has a nice collection of brief essays about writers’ relationships with their fathers.
I was honored to be asked to contribute and happy for the opportunity to share about my dad:
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I love you!