We could all use a little help, but Kerry Trotter is feeling like a lot of help is in order these days. She's due with her second child any day now, and is exercising her maternal right to worry needlessly, needfully, excessively, etc. But St. Gerard Majella, the patron saint of unborn babies and expectant mothers, whose feast we celebrate today, is waiting in the wings.
I, in my addled last month of pregnancy, could use all the help I can get.
Some recent requests: hoisting my toddler daughter into the car, giving her baths, feeding the dog (the smell of dog food — more repugnant now than ever), remembering appointments, picking up clumsily dropped items, getting out of chairs, etc., etc.
I need help with all of it.
Luckily, I have an incredible husband who, not only intercedes on my behalf, does so enthusiastically. He’s crouching, bathing, hoisting, feeding and recalling for two these days, since his normally has-it-together wife can’t seem to get out of the bathroom long enough to tend to the needs of her kin.
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Anyway, such is the ninth month, where the anticipation of baby grows even larger than the belly itself, and the discomfort of pregnancy has come to a climactic head (pun intended) that serves as robust incentive to get the show (again, pun intended) on the road. This is all by incredible design, as that second trimester “glow” and the delight of creating life needs to give in order for mom to really want that baby out. If it were all clear skin and the muffin top-stifling powers of maternity jeans, pregnancy could be a four-, or even five-trimester affair. But that feeling of a teeny tiny foot stomping your bladder like it was a barrel of grapes (mmmm, wine…) is fueling my eagerness for her arrival, and she, too, I imagine is eager. Quarters are getting a little cramped, and I’m sure the thought has occurred to her more than once: “I shoulda brought some reading material.”...
A popular restaurant in Chicago pays tribute to the band "Ghost B.C." by creating a hamburger whose toppings mimic the Body and Blood of Christ. All in good fun? Just a lighthearted joke? Today, Rozann Carter comments on this latest cultural expression of blasphemy, and a video from Fr. Barron addresses the topic at large.
Last week, as you probably read in the news, a famous Chicago hamburger joint made headlines by unveiling their newest and edgiest culinary creation to date. Kuma’s Corner is a foodie staple in the Windy City where heavy metalheads and gourmet burger devotees find both passions satiated; menu items are each symbolic representations of a particular heavy metal band’s ethos. Basically, Kuma’s finds a way to “stick it to the man” with ground beef, a pretzel bun, fancy toppings... and a generous portion of profanity. But this time, the profanity reached a new level: a burger paying tribute to a blasphemous band called Ghost, which is topped with a red wine reduction to mimic the blood of Christ and a communion host stamped with a cross.
In the twisted culture where desecration and sacrilege are thrilling, Kuma’s Corner jumped out of the plane with no parachute this time. Call it a tribute to courageous expression, call it experimental and witty, call it creative and harmless marketeering, but while you’re at it, call it what it is: stupid...
Miley Cyrus' recent antics have raise more that a few eyebrows. Her efforts to "re-brand" her image through intentional acts of provocation are disturbing to say the least. But what of Cyrus' new album? Is there anything worthy of note behind the spectacle? Fr. Damian Ference tackles that question below.
In case you haven’t heard, Miley Cyrus released her fourth studio album on Tuesday. So if you were wondering why Miley has been acting so strange lately, Bangerz is the answer. The former Disney star has made it her mission to get the world talking, and of course, buying her new record. It worked. I bought it.
I didn’t grow up watching Hannah Montana, and the only Miley song I knew until recently was “Party in the U.S.A.” But since I spend a lot of time ministering to teens and young adults, and because I am constantly reminding my seminarians that they need to be culturally literate, I figured that I needed to see what this new Miley album was all about...