
Mary Pezzulo
Writer at Freelance
Author. Blogger. Content creator. Reluctant Democrat. Mostly writing about Christianity, politics, and life in Northern Appalachia. She/her/shrew. 🏳️🌈
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21 hours ago |
patheos.com | Mary Pezzulo
(A caution to my more sensitive readers: this story involves an injured animal, and a gun.)The heat wave ended– not in fire, not in ice, but in steam. The temperature dropped from ninety-five with a heat index in the three digits, to the high eighties and rainy every few hours. The rain made the earth simmer like a pot of rice. In between rains, Adrienne and I went outside. I pulled weeds, and she played with the cats. The Dodgers did not come back, and they will not be coming back.
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3 days ago |
patheos.com | Mary Pezzulo
This isn’t a good story; just a true one. I haven’t seen the children I’ve referred to as the Artful Dodgers since last Friday. Friday, at ten in the morning, just as the catastrophic climate heat dome began to settle over the Ohio Valley, the five-year-old I call The Mandrake came up to the door by herself. She asked for a popsicle, and she got it. Later, I saw her walking with The Sylph, by themselves, far from their houses.
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6 days ago |
patheos.com | Mary Pezzulo
This spring, the Pezzulos had an uncanny Easter. We got to organize the world’s least organized Easter egg hunt. I saved a baby bird and found myself the adoptive mother of a traumatized cat. We planted the garden. With the new/old car I’ve been swimming and visiting historic sites. And now I’m busy being the honorary grandma for the neighborhood children. In politics, I’ve been worrying about the federal budget, the sin of avarice, and the increasing lawlessness of the Trump administration.
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6 days ago |
patheos.com | Mary Pezzulo
We’ll be without it for several days now. The abnormally cold spring ended. The morning of the summer solstice dawned bright and steamy hot. The five-year-old girl I call The Mandrake came to the door before noon, wearing next to nothing, asking for a popsicle to cool down. Later, I drove the grandmother of the Baker Street Irregulars downtown to the Juneteenth festival, with her disabled girl in tow. The grandmother was fretting, because the doctors have nothing but bad news.
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6 days ago |
marypezzulo.substack.com | Mary Pezzulo
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