I love this author and sister blogger and if you haven’t visited her site she is a humorist supreme. It’s a very rare gift to write humorously, especially in a very serious context and pull it off. Lorna does and does it brilliantly (from my humble opinion). Her memoir is something I will read and read again. It is poignant and heartbreaking but also made me laugh myself silly. Wishing everyone a belated Happy Easter. Wishing everyone a very Happy Every Day.
Holidays of any kind–religious or secular–are simply not my thing. Too much fuss for my Highly Sensitive Person self and enough disturbing memories to just want to stay home alone and do something productive like blog or watch reruns of Mr. Ed, who was a very wise horse, indeed.
Just to convince you that I’m not making this stuff up (at least the disturbing memories part), here’s a snippet from my memoir. This actually happened to me when I was about 11 or 12 on Good Friday, before Easter.
During the tortuous Catholic celebration leading up to Easter, I attended the interminable Stations of the Cross. This very solemn ritual was held on Friday of Holy Week. It was called Holy Week because Good Friday lasted about a week. If that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is. On the Good Friday in question, instead of feeling pious…
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