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in which the godless heathens go to a wedding

image source Old Longtime friends of my husband’s got remarried this past weekend. For those of you in blogland, yes, I know, can you imagine? They got married on Blogher weekend, thus forcing me to choose between…well, between blogging and my family. My family won although frankly, it was a tough call. Not only would I miss actual face-to-face conversations with people I generally talk to only on the interwebs, …

in which I am revealed as a godless heathen

Caleb and I are in the back of a cab headed to a soccer tournament, early Saturday morning. “Mommy? Have I ever been in a church?” he asks, apropos of precisely nothing. I think to myself that surely he must have been in a church, at some point in his eight years on the planet.  I stall: why? “Well,” he says. “We were looking at an exhibit of chairs and …

nuns on a bus

The pitch: So there are these nuns, right, maybe a Sandra Bullock type and an Amy Adams type, who decide it’s time to challenge corporate bigwigs and oh yeah, maybe also the Pope, about their misplaced priorities. Hollywood Muckety-muck: Uh, nuns? The last big box office we had about nuns involved Whoopi Goldberg, gangsters, and a lot of singing. How about aliens? Could you do alien nuns? The pitch: No, …

Abayas

Here’s where you get your abaya when you visit Abu Dhabi’s Grand Mosque: No, there are no shoes available here, just black full-length robes for all female visitors not already wearing a robe, and white full-length robes for male visitors wearing shorts. And here’s what you look like when you put on your black robe and veil: When Muslim women wear the full abaya, with head scarf and face veil, …