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Eric Scheske

Tuesday

Flannery “Do you really think Flannery O'Connor was a great writer? She's such a Roman Catholic.” A moron actually asked that moronic question back in 1972 when O'Connor posthumously received the National Book Award. But she has weathered the decades and her popularity is

Monday

Little League to Uchitel Strap on your boots and get ready to run. Little League starts this week, and I'm the coach. Between today and June 30th: 29 games, practices, and coaches meetings. And that's just one kid. I have four other kids in four different

Something for Sunday Morning

"In the face of the apparent failure of so many of our attempts, we should remember that God asks not so much for success as for the humility to begin again without allowing ourselves to get discouraged and pessimistic. . . ". Francis Fernandez

Brews You Can Use

Only a Few Are Chosen A loyal TDE reader and friend from my Gilbert Magazine days sent along the most-interesting beer story of the young year: Dark Lord beer. Ratebeer.com says it's the best beer in the world. It's "brewed with hundreds of pounds

Thursday

Stream of Consciousness I had a nice surprise yesterday morning. The morning Mass was being said for my father's soul. I dutifully went, planning to join the half-dozen or so regulars in the pews. I walked into the church during the opening hymn and saw Marie and The

Slow Blogging Wednesday

I enjoyed a beautiful evening with my middle boys, playing baseball; with my five smallest children, riding our bikes to the new car hop and eating ice cream outside while traffic whizzed by on U.S. 12; shooting baskets; doing some light work in the garden. With all that going

Tuesday

Autobiographical Corner A first in my life: I removed a tree stump. Actually, three tree stumps, but two were rooted together and came out as one. They'd been in my backyard for 15 years, tacitly taunting me, mocking my virility. I resolved to take them out. A friend

Monday

Easter Greetings Happy Easter. Augustine said a Christian should be an "alleluia from head to toe." It's a beautiful idea. I wish I could be an alleluia from just my elbow to my wrist, but I can keep trying and this is a wonderful time of

Something for Easter Morning

“When the disciples saw the risen Christ, they beheld “him as a reality in the world, though no longer of it, respecting the order of the world, but Lord of its laws. To behold such reality was different and more than to see a tree or watch a man step

Holy Saturday

Nyssa, Tolkien, and Gibson By killing Jesus, Satan had swallowed God's bait. He didn't know he had swallowed the Godhead, thereby inviting Full Being into his fortress of nothingness and bringing about the ontological fall of his nothingness. In the words of St. Gregory of Nyssa: