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I have enteredthe stage where, if something seemsbad, I simply do not. Nope! No bad.There is peace inmy balmy little world of make-believe,and it would have been nice to stay there,but at some point youdo have to figure outwhat to do with this freaking pie simchafisher.com/2026/10/16/…

Oh, I was sad. And I was hurt, and angry, and offended. Jesus had been there so clearly in the pain, and as it departed, so did he. Why do I have to be hurt for him to stop hiding? Why does he want this for me? simchafisher.com/2026/10/16/…

I invented the oven. Well, that’s just what I’m calling it now, until I come up with a snazzier name, like “Hotsybox” or “Transform-a-bread.” Or heck, can you really beat “Funcooker?” simchafisher.com/2026/10/09/…

If your pickles don’t look like they were violently captured from a bog, what are you even doing? simchafisher.com/2026/10/02/…

Just a little post-surgery round-up! The short version is: It went great and I'm getting better, and I don't care what's for supper! simchafisher.com/2026/08/28/…

This world is currently our home, and it’s all right to love it, and it hurts to lose things. It hurts to think about passing away, into what, we don’t really know. So how do we function in the face of this profound and ancient fear? simchafisher.com/2026/08/20/…

Whether that idea brings you panic or relief, here’s a thought I return to again and again: Most of your relationship with your children happens when they are adults.  simchafisher.com/2026/08/19/…

I’m going to ask this cute guy with pretty eyes and long legs to take me out to dinner. He’s been hanging around a lot lately, and I think he likes me! Wish me luck. simchafisher.com/2026/08/14/…

20 years later, I am considerably less flowerlike. It is also true that I am not a flower. I am more; and, more importantly, God is so much more than a farmer who knows how to grow a decent crop. simchafisher.com/2026/08/10/…

I had Mike Mulliganed myself. Yes, I built so fast and so well, I forgot to leave a way to get out. I could not believe it. I kept trying to find a spot that was big enough for my ass and also near a ladder, and there really wasn’t one! simchafisher.com/2026/08/07/…

Unfortunately, my kids are simply too Gen Z to tolerate the “Ping, Pang, Pong” thing going on in Turandot.They did like the snacks, though, and we watched it outside, which is fun.The actual moon was rising just as they were singing,“Perché tarda la luna?” simchafisher.com/2026/08/03/…

When we accept that we are where we are, then God is there. simchafisher.com/2026/07/28/…

I told everyone to go away, dumped on a bunch of brown sugar, heated it up, shook oyster sauce over it, and kept stirring. I thought it was working, too, until I started to hear a distinct clanking noise. Yes, there it was again:My fried rice was clanking. simchafisher.com/2026/07/24/…

This is a retelling, and they can do what they want, as long as they do it well. And they do not. simchafisher.com/2026/07/23/…

What’s for supper? Vol. 477: Parasite by the dashboard light simchafisher.com/2026/07/17/…

I love yoga and it has changed my life, but whenever I talk about it in Catholic circles, someone freaks out and says I'm gonna catch a demon. Believe it or not, I take that warning seriously. simchafisher.com/2026/07/06/…

What should we eat? Very old duck eggs. Mulch. Supportive Undergarments Flambé. I haven’t even gotten dressed yet, but yet I still found time to forget I was supposed to take a kid in for a physical, and now it’s too late, so that was pretty efficient. simchafisher.com/2026/06/26/…

a deep, quiet smell of trees, a thick pad of pine needles underfoot, and not a thing overhead but the cooling sky. simchafisher.com/2026/06/25/…

What’s for supper? Vol. 474: And I alone scaped to tell thee. simchafisher.com/2026/06/12/…