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In the Catholic Church, today is the Memorial of Saint Agatha, Virgin and Martyr. She is pictured above with her breasts on a platter which I shall explain momentarily. Saint Agatha was being pursued by a Roman official whose name was Quintianus and who desparately wanted to marry her. Agatha did not want to marry Quintianus or any other man. She wanted to give her life to Christ and vowed to remain a virgin. Quintianus was sure he could get her to change her mind. He threatened her and...

Every day, I walk with a ghost. Actually, she is a holy spirit, but if I call her that, it may seem sacrilegious, so I’m giving her a nickname. The ghost has long, dark hair and mischievous eyes. She always wears the same thing, whatever the weather – leggings, a t-shirt with the name of a daycare on it, and a cream-colored sock hat with a pouf.  She never shivers or sweats, which is irritating, but that’s a ghost for you.  She never gets tired either, which is another ghostly attribute –...

The Forest of Delusion is where we spend our days. We have four eyes between us yet I never meet your gaze. I ban you from my dreams at night in case you weigh them down. When you tiptoe past my thoughts by day you never make a sound. You stay out of sight and I’ll stay out of mind, and walking around this big blue ball we may never meet at all. But when we reach the tree line and walk into the sun, I will recognize you my long forgotten friend. So do forgive my rudeness, my negligence and...