This week’s Angelus News column is on a book called The Most Overwhelmed Women of the Bible by Mary DeMuth. Granted, they didn’t have e-mail and cell phones, BUT.
Today of course is a beautiful Solemnity and a Holy Day of Obligation: The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary body and soul into heaven. A few years ago, I went to a Mass at a women’s retreat place and the “progressive” priest man-splained the whole homily about how of course we women didn’t believe such nonsense, and all but apologized on behalf of the Church for having to celebrate the feast. I can’t bear playng “the woman card,” but give me a break–he didn’t even get how insufferably obnoxious it was to be forced to sit and listen to a guy tell me what I was supposed to believe and feel…especially because I was in fact trembling with joy at the thought of Our Lady’s special way of being welcomed into Paradise, there to be crowned QUEEN OF HEAVEN AND EARTH.
I felt exactly like the hungering and thirsting send-off crowd in Titian’s painting–
MEMOIR-WRITING WORKSHOPS AND PLAY ADAPTATIONS!
iI am making a HEADING, per my website designer, as I have apparently been horribly negligent for about the last 15 years vis-a-vis failing to use KEYWORDS that will DRIVE TRAFFIC to my site.
I’m supposed to say Memoir Writing Worskhop every chance I get, for example.
So–I just wrapped up an online READ IT OUT LOUD Writing Workshop (not confined to memoir) and the eight weeks were rich and deep!
Then, as I have mentioned innumerable times, I’ll be giving a weeklong MEMOIR WRITING WORKSHOP at Kylemore Abbey in Connemara from Sept 7-12.
Meanwhile, I am working myself ragged trying to get a few columns done in advance so as to be able to host my Memoir Writing Workshop in Ireland. Which is full, but will be held next year same general time, same place.
On other fronts, it has cooled down to a mere 96 or so in Tucson this week and the whole city is breathing a mingled sigh of gratitude and relief. It’s actually cloudy today, speaking of heaven. The barrel cacti are starting to bloom, the skies are dramatic, and all in all, it’s a delightful time to be here. As are all times, really. Though we could def use some rain.
I’m reading way too many books at once, among them volumes on Van Gogh and Rembrandt–starting to prepare for my trip to Amsterdam in January.
Wishing you all a beautiful week.
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