Brilliant humorist tells her embarassing Easter Story

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.

Legendary Post

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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About The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap

The year 1895 was filled with memorable historical events: the Dreyfus Affair divided France; Booker T. Washington gave his Atlanta address; Richard Olney, United States Secretary of State, expanded the effects of the Monroe Doctrine in settling a boundary dispute between the United Kingdom and Venezuela; and Oscar Wilde was tried and convicted for "gross indecency" under Britian's recently passed law that made sex between males a criminal offense. When the news of Wilde's conviction went out over telegraphs worldwide, it threw a small Nevada town into chaos. This is the story of what happened when the lives of its citizens were impacted by the news of Oscar Wildes' imprisonment. It is chronicle of hatred and prejudice with all its unintended and devastating consequences, and how love and friendship bring strength and healing. Paulette Mahurin, the author, is a Nurse Practitioner who lives in Ojai, California with her husband Terry and their two dogs--- Max and Bella. She practices women's health in a rural clinic and writes in her spare time. All profits from her book are going to animal rescue, Santa Paula Animal Shelter, the first and only no-kill shelter in Ventura County, CA, where she lives. (see links below on Ventura County Star Article & Shelter) To find out more please go the The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap on facebook or Amazon or e-mail us at the gavatar addresses. Thank you. (photos: of Paulette, her family, and a reading at The Ojai Art Center, July 2012)
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15 Responses to Brilliant humorist tells her embarassing Easter Story

  1. seeker says:

    Happy Easter Monday, Paulette. This reblog is just too funny and true to its form. Perpetua.

  2. Paulette, where DO you find such wonderful blogs to share with us? 😉 Hey, thanks again for the shout-out! 🙂

  3. tazzielove says:

    Very talented writer, she is.

  4. Alison says:

    Thanks for reblogging Paulette. That was a hoot. We both had a good laugh – thanks Lorna.

  5. This is sacrilegeously hilarious, written in a nice dry and innocent tone.

  6. Enjoyed the humor. Have been looking at some new humor approaches for my blog. It really is infectious!

  7. fournier0917 says:

    Excellent! Thanks giving me a break in my too busy present schedule.

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