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Loneliness: a Postscript
2January 22, 2013 by lucieromarin
So, I managed to write for an hour yesterday and still omit the one point I really wanted to make, …
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A Different Apologetic
Leave a commentJanuary 21, 2013 by lucieromarin
So, having declared that contemporary methods of chastity apologetics cause more problems than they solve, I’ve left myself in the …
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More Wizards! (in Chastity Apologetics)
1January 19, 2013 by lucieromarin
If you’ve ever seen a woman go spare in a fast food joint simply because she heard she’d have to …
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They Think We’re Rich!
3January 15, 2013 by lucieromarin
Some time ago, a married friend told me that she’d been given a friend’s old fridge, and remarked, “We’ve hardly …
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The Feast of the Holy Family
Leave a commentJanuary 13, 2013 by lucieromarin
If there’s one thing that singing in a liturgical choir has taught me, it’s that every joker in the pew …
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The Impossible Words… “I Need a Career.”
2January 11, 2013 by lucieromarin
If you’ve read sufficient conservative literature during your formative years, had the right teachers, and mixed with the right friends, …
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If on a Summer’s Day a Sanguine…
1January 8, 2013 by lucieromarin
…has afternoon tea with a melancholic of the previous post (i.e me), the conversation about making friends as one ages …
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When Two Single Melancholics Have Afternoon Tea…
Leave a commentJanuary 6, 2013 by lucieromarin
…they discuss friends moving away or moving on, how social groups shift, dissolve and fade as one ages and remains …
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Entitlement
1January 5, 2013 by lucieromarin
I’ve a number of friends who have been hurt by conservative Catholics with an inexplicable sense of entitlement to other …
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Why Children Don’t Like to Share
Leave a commentJanuary 2, 2013 by lucieromarin
So, we’ve just had Christmas (okay, we’ve just had Christmas Day – I know we’re still in the twelve days), …
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