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If you are reading this, you’ve found my new blog home.  Welcome.  Thanks for taking the time to follow the link from my old blog site.  I will be blogging again soon.

Peace and all good.

The Top 5 Reasons To Vote In California
Or: Why It Still Means A Thing Even If It Ain't Got That Swing

Big margin = big mandate. The popular vote doesn't put anyone in the White House, but it affects what presidents can do when they get there. Want the president to be able to actually do the stuff he's been talking about?

The other things on the ballot matter! There are important issues on the California ballot this year, and we all need to weigh in. You better believe our opponents will turn out and vote on them. Also, there's Congress.

If you don't vote, everyone can find out. Voting records are public. (Not who you voted for, just whether you voted.) Pretty soon, finding out whether you voted could be as easy as Googling you.

Help make history. Do you really want to have to explain to your great-great-grandchildren that you were just too busy to vote in the most important election in your lifetime?

People died so you'd have the right to vote. Self-government—voting to choose our own leaders—is the original American dream. We are heir to a centuries-long struggle for freedom: the American Revolution, and the battles to extend the franchise to those without property, to women, to people of color, and to young people. This year, many will still be denied their right to vote. For those of us who have that right, it's precious. If we waste it, we dishonor those who fought for it and those who fight still.

Live your values. Love your country. Vote.

adapted and edited

A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears:











Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.










Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.














He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.









on his heels, as the terrified man runs.


Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. 



With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.


Bumping and clapping toward him.


The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! 


Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket…






(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)






The coffin stops!



This here – this is sentence diagramming which I learned how to do in graduate school.  I didn't diagram this sentence, but understand how and why it was done.


This has meaning for me. 

my today wordle. love playing with this!


I'm working on a workshop and conversation at my new ministry about faithful citizenship.  I need to present the multiplicity of sides and issues in choosing a candidate and I want to do it in a fun and thoughtful manner. 

To that end:

I've gotten my hands on a copy of Fr. Dominic DeLay's new movie Inside Darkness which posits three presidential candidates (of differing ideological stances) trapped in a small room forced to work together.

I've downloaded and will make copies of the U.S. BishopsFaithful Citizenship and Network's Presidential Candidate Chart for Conscientious Catholics

I've found this article by  Sarah Vowell who articulates so snarkily entertainingly some of what I believe we are capable of as a nation (sample here.)

Picture this: a wind-powered public school classroom of 19 multiracial
8-year-olds reading above grade level and answering the questions of
their engaging, inspirational teacher before going home to a
cancer-free (or in remission) parent or parents who have to work only
eight hours a day in a country at war solely with the people who make
war on us, where maybe Exxon Mobil can settle for, oh, $8 billion in
quarterly profits instead of $11 billion, and the federal government’s
point man for Biblical natural disasters is someone who knows more
about emergency management than how to 
put on a horse show. Is that
really too much to ask? Can we do that?

Now I'm working on how to put it all together and how to attract folks to it.  I'm thinking Red White and Blue M&Ms; "rules of engagement" for the conversation and facilitation that allows multiple and differing points of view to be expressed and heard without judgment or blame.  Is this possible?

This is such a challenge and I am sooooo delighted to be in a place and a
ministry and a way of life that allows me to work on such a thing!

(PS: Any ideas or suggestions are welcome – spirit of collaboration assumed)

So, a lot has happened in the last couple of years in my life.  Not really important (though I will likely blog about some of it later).  Meanwhile, I'm now in the midst of packing and moving as my living and ministry situations are both about to change.  From Redwood City, CA, I'm moving back to San Francisco and my darling sisters at St. Rose Convent.  I say darling because I've missed them tremendously in my two year (voluntary) exile.  I'll let you know how that darling holds up after months back in and the shine begins to mellow as it does when one lives with other human beings.

I'm also changing ministry.  In the fall, I will be joining the campus ministry team at Dominican University of California.  I've thought for years that college campus ministry might be a good fit for me and my talents and skill set.  So, this move will put that to the test.  And I'm eager to take that exam.

Since my studies in sociolinguistics back in the ASU days, I've been enamored of words.  Actually, was enamored of them long before those days. . . which is of course what lead me to study linguistics in the first place.  But, I digress. . . (again). . . I really enjoy the blog Language Log in which linguists analyze, explore and otherwise share the science of language and the use thereof by humans.  Today's entry was particularly interesting (to me) because I'm packing and sorting, and tossing and generally going mad, it seemed appropriate to share:

to say *heading distinctly dagenham is heading distinctly away from being grammatical in Standard English, though it's close that you can follow the drift if you pick up on the fact that Dagenham is three stops beyond Barking and thus dagenham means three steps round the twist or, in other words, cuckoo, crazy, insane, loopy, mad, deranged, nuts, loony, bonkers, gaga, out of one's gourd, out to lunch, off one's trolley, round the bend… (British English has so many words for mental illness and defectiveness that if lexical profusion were a sign of cultural importance you would think Britain was a nation of psychiatrists rather than shopkeepers.)

I am, as ever, Dagenhamingly yours,

Sister Christer


This is what I do for a living (among other things)

So’s this:


In 1870, after the devastation of the American Civil War, social
activist and poet Julia Ward Howe wrote the original Mother’s Day
Proclamation calling upon the women of the world to unite for peace. 
from Mother’s Day for Peace 

some sites for hope and peace:

no more victims
united for peace and justice
voters for peace
pax christi usa

May 2020