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About Dena Hunt

Dena Hunt's first novel, Treason (Sophia Institute Press), won the IPPY Gold Medal. Her second, The Lion’s Heart (Full Quiver Press), won the Catholic Arts and Letters Achievement award. Jazz & Other Stories, her third book, has just been published by Wiseblood Books. She is the book review editor of St. Austin Review.

Addiction

2023-02-19T02:34:48-06:00

Most apparently non-addicted people define addiction in some way they can intellectually handle, and then file and dismiss it, bringing it out only to express pity or contempt for some apparently addicted person. Disgust covers the faces of those who must drive through homeless encampments, where sidewalks are littered by hypodermic needles. Shock or sorrow covers [...]

Addiction2023-02-19T02:34:48-06:00

Listening with Your Eyes

2022-12-14T17:03:52-06:00

I am in a text group (if there’s such a term) with some distant relatives. There are five of us, none of us is younger than 74 or 75, and the eldest is 85. At 80, I think I’m in the middle. We are scattered from Florida to Georgia to Tennessee to Pennsylvania—and sometimes South Carolina [...]

Listening with Your Eyes2022-12-14T17:03:52-06:00

On Some Sundays

2022-11-03T01:17:13-05:00

On some Sundays, I sit at Mass and look around at all the people whom I’ve seen for years, most of whom I know only by sight and not by name. I’ve watched them grow up. Some of them were once children here, annoying people by making noise or by running up and down the side [...]

On Some Sundays2022-11-03T01:17:13-05:00

Reality is Multiple

2022-08-03T17:12:55-05:00

Back in the 1980s, I was living in New Orleans in one side of a double shotgun on Dante Street. The other side was occupied by Don, a psychiatrist who played lovely classical piano when he was depressed. Don and I went out a few times, but nothing serious ever happened between us, not even a [...]

Reality is Multiple2022-08-03T17:12:55-05:00

Not Unusual Here

2022-07-18T14:38:49-05:00

Yesterday I was in the checkout line at Publix behind an elderly lady in a scooter. An employee was helping her out by placing her groceries on the counter, but the process was very slow, and made even slower by the chatty exchanges between the lady and the checker or the helping employee. She looked behind [...]

Not Unusual Here2022-07-18T14:38:49-05:00

That Tolling Bell

2022-06-28T00:09:04-05:00

I remember Herman Wouk’s This is My God, a marvelous testimonial work on his Jewish faith, written sometime in the fifties. Describing a young girl’s protest against conformity, he says he had to smile as he listened and observed the slight folds in her sweater placed so correctly, the sleeves pushed up so correctly just below her elbows, [...]

That Tolling Bell2022-06-28T00:09:04-05:00

Soft Tissue

2022-05-04T01:58:09-05:00

A friend’s husband is being fitted with a prosthetic leg, his natural one lost to a lifelong scourge of Diabetes. Another is being fitted for a denture for all her upper teeth, scheduled for extraction when the denture is ready. It will be put in place while she is under anesthetic for the multiple extractions. It’s [...]

Soft Tissue2022-05-04T01:58:09-05:00

Abstractions…

2022-04-10T21:40:21-05:00

…get a lot of bad press in modern times. In political and academic venues, writers and speakers are chastised for abstracting concrete events or conditions. An example or two may be in order: A political science teacher, or perhaps a history teacher, abstracts an event like war; a student may object to the teacher’s non-mention of [...]

Abstractions…2022-04-10T21:40:21-05:00

Converting Converts

2022-03-25T23:28:28-05:00

It seems that “cradle” Catholics are more interested in conversion stories than converts are. Perhaps they enjoy the experience of seeing the faith in which they were born and reared affirmed, perhaps it strengthens their own fidelity. As a convert, I’m not as interested, though I have noticed from time to time that initial conversion most [...]

Converting Converts2022-03-25T23:28:28-05:00

The Church Parking Lot

2022-02-19T16:54:39-06:00

For some reason, it’s in the church parking lot that conversations often become memorable. As I stood by my open car door last Sunday, a deacon’s wife complained to me, in the familiar tones of classic outraged victimhood, that some parishioner had criticized her husband for putting a pro-Biden sign in his front yard. It was [...]

The Church Parking Lot2022-02-19T16:54:39-06:00
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