But Genevieve! Catholicism is like weird…and paganistic…and kinda foreign…and there’s like incense and stuff! Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys… Catholicism is not a white-person religion. It started in the Middle East, spread to Rome, split off because of semantics, and trickled down from there. It’s a sensual faith, and I really mean that…it engages all the senses. Recall that the three kings brought incense and myrrh to Christ.

As of a few days ago, my dear friends, the prognosis for my mother is most excellent. I suspect…mostly due to the power of prayer, more than anything else. She’s gonna make it to the wedding and maybe even the birth of the first little Spanish coffee bean. They might…

Early on in The Relationship, I informed Mr. Genevieve of all Stern Mama Wolf’s strictures against alcohol, pot, caffeine, energy drinks, and anything else that impairs brain function (she has a degree in psychology). I rather suspect her endless warnings are because Mama Wolf knows what all good Catholic mamas…

How could you, Genevieve? How could you just leap at…well… Mr. Hot Chocolate? I donno…I think I fell rather hard when he accidentally called me fat. One of my good Catholic friends once told me that I would meet my future husband in…God’s timing. And it really rather was. When I had given up hope and told Him HE knew the criteria. Sometimes you make that leap of faith, like I did when I descended upon the mater’s head in complete panic a few days before Confirmation asking what Holy-Spirit thing I should ask for, and she said: JOY.

I came to peace with the mater’s diagnosis by meditating on this: I am on God’s timeline, not my own. Before then, life felt like an endless grindstone of classes, tasks, and things to be learned. I do remember my therapist in college telling me: Genevieve, your brain is not…

Three months into my relationship, the demons keep me up at night and I remember what it is I hated about the Koran. Mr. Genevieve hasn’t read it, but I had to. I bragged to him early on that I’ve read everything under the sun, I can sing Latin, AND…

There was a day when I woke up and realized… My entire “career,” to date, has basically been: feeding people, cleaning toilets, and corralling annoying children. And then I woke up and was like… Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. What if that’s really what makes the world go round? What if I get to…

In this comedy of life, wherein Genevieve always sticks her foot in her mouth for some reason, but yet attempts to be a better Jesus freak every day, it occurs to me… How could you toss your heart across the ocean, Genevieve? Well, gosh, I donno, reader… I saw his…

I was lured into the seminar room by the romantic sound of scimitars and swords clashing, to sit around for two years reading everything from Aristotle to St. Ignatius being like: HO, HUM, what IS the good life? *philosopher’s hat* (If you want a summary of The Iliad, it’s basically…