“Catholic Etsy” Is a Thing Already

“Catholic Etsy” Is a Thing Already

Have you heard of Peter’s Square? I haven’t run into too many friends who have, actually. And this makes me kinda sad. But then again, the company’s 1-year anniversary is this month, so they’re pretty new! It looks like a great site, and I am considering setting up cyber-shop on there myself. One of my Catholic social media buddies Chiara Finaldi interviewed the online Catholic marketplace’s founder David Rummelhoff. That interview was published by Regina magazine and can be read here.

Here are some great points from Chiara’s article to consider:

  1. Fees are slightly less than Etsy’s.
  2. Vendors commit to giving at least ten percent of their proceeds to Catholic ministries.
  3. There is screening to prevent any unwholesome products from being sold. on the site.
  4. All vendors are Catholic, but the products do not necessarily have to be religious.
  5. Solidarity. We stand united when we support our Catholic brothers and sisters by purchasing from each other.

I really, really think you should check out Peter’s Square and bookmark it on your browser!

Molly vs. Bully?

Molly vs. Bully?

The sweetest piece of fan mail arrived today from Indiana. Tommy, a Catholic dad and campus security officer at a Catholic college, was very moved by Molly McBride and the Plaid Jumper. He wrote to me that reading about the school uniforms brought back some very clear memories:

         “I remember one incident when we were out playing, this big boy was mocking me, making fun of me behind my back. This was before I got my hearing aid–I was deaf. But this girl (God bless her!) jumped on that boy and knocked him down. Her name was Nancy, but I secretly called her my Joan of Arc. From then on nobody ever poked fun at me again. Nancy followed me throughout school, all the way up to graduation. I keep my graduation picture up in the computer room, and there’s Nancy to remind me of 3rd Grade so many years ago at Immaculate Conception School.”


And just like that, I could picture a flash of plaid as a brave, heroic girl named Nancy rescued poor Tommy. But in my mind, there were streaming locks of unruly auburn curls mixed with the mess of gray-and-navy. It looked something like this:Molly n bully “Maybe, Jean, you can write a Molly McBride story about bullies in school.”

God bless YOU, Tommy. I’ll see what I can do.



True Beauty

True Beauty


This post ain’t gonna fly with everyone. I’m throwing tact out the window for a brief lapse into unadulterated opinion. Because that’s just what I do at 4 in the morning.

I still don’t get modern art.

Since parking at COSI looked too daunting with everything all torn up around there, the girls and I wound up at our favorite default field trip, Columbus Museum of Art. And it was the first time I’d say it was a complete fail.

The 2 special exhibits were “A DANGEROUS WOMAN: SUBVERSION AND SURREALISM IN THE ART OF HONORÉ SHARRER” and “Shakespeare in Prague: Imagining the Bard in the Heart of Europe.”

First off, let’s talk about this dangerous woman thing. I’ll touch briefly on the two least-offensive pieces of the exhibit first. The promo for this exhibit came from this first one, because, let’s face it, it’s the best the whole thing had to offer. By a landslide. Here we go:IMG_2013


And here’s the only other thing from this wacked-out exhibit I could put in my G-rated blog:


A counselor friend once told me this little grief/anxiety coping-ditty about the importance of having someone to talk to: “Every time you share a burden with a friend, you cut it in half.”

Friends, I am seriously tempted to unburden the scourge I can’t un-see. Good news for you! I didn’t even photograph that crap.

In the wise-words of my Molly, “This is all stupid and indecent.” Unless, of course, 2 humping dogs at a highfaluting tea party or a rotund, unclothed woman sprawled in the aisle of a church during a Mass are your thing, I’m telling you, you can skip this one.

So I was really looking forward to the Shakespeare. Which turned out to be Nipple City. Seriously, lots and lots of nipples. Nipples even in places that didn’t need ’em.

Well, now, maybe I’m just exaggerating a little. There were a couple of “decent” (her words, not mine) things to look at here and there. Like this:


and this:


Notice the white dress was cut low enough that, if it had been on a mannequin, it would have, well, as I said. Nipples.

Desperate to wash our eyes out with something less noxious, we ran through some of the familiar parts of CMA. As we approached that room with the big wire sculpture featuring the humanoid form buried in it, I found I preferred to just look out the window. This was the view beyond the man caught in the cage-thing:


Not even stopping for a $14 cookie in the never-disappointing Schokko Art Cafe, we made it back home in record time. For a field trip.