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Men are not pigs. You see, that’s giving men too much credit. When pigs burrow in the mud and embrace the dirtiness, it is not

Men are not pigs. You see, that’s giving men too much credit. When pigs burrow in the mud and embrace the dirtiness, it is not
I was just looking for concealer. I am a mom; under-eye circles are par for the course. Running low, I snuck away for a

My husband, patient soul, is not a big fan of documentaries. They’re often dull, they’re seldom short, and they’re typically liberal. (Why is it, for

Somewhere in my mind’s many rooms, I hear a sound I dimly recognize– Faint and ghostly, not quite clear– A sound more haunting than piercing,

Hello, my name is Elizabeth and I’m repressed. I’m a Catholic woman, after all. The Bright Maidens movement blossomed out of refuting this very concept.

A hearty greetings to one and all! I would first like to thank our gracious hosts for allowing me the opportunity to post on what

Every convert has a conversion story to tell: often it’s a very fascinating and even compelling story. Because I am a cradle Catholic, I cannot tell a conversion story. However, as a way of introducing myself to you, oh reader, I can tell the story of my thus-far non-Apostasy. This is not so much the story of an adventure far from the place of my birth unto my new home as it is the tale of how I found great treasures while exploring in the attic of my ancestral home.