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Did I ever mention that sometimes I write “fan mail” to scholars I am in awe of?  And sometimes (often, actually), they write back!  Here is one from Elizabeth A. Johnson that I just received yesterday:

Dear Katie,

Many thanks for your kind note in support of the kind of theology being done in my book She Who Is. I am pleased to hear that it has been helpful to you.

Writing a Master’s thesis is no small undertaking.  But what an exciting time for you!  The discipline of theology is only vastly improved when smart, articulate, committed women such as yourself hone their skills and work to offer a contribution for us all.

I wish you all the very best as you continue on in this endeavor.


Elizabeth A. Johnson, C.S.J.
Distinguished Professor of Theology

My kitten is a happy, ninja kitten.  She’s even taken to mothering my sister’s kitten (when she’s not in play/attack mode).  They’re only a week apart, but  my sister’s kitten, Ivy, is the runt of her litter, plus was neglected, so she’s a bit behind in kitty things.  Shelby’s been a great mentor.  (So proud.)

I’ve managed to begin writing my thesis.  I have the introduction written, plus the introduction to the first chapter.  Of course, I’m sadly behind on my proposed schedule already, and must make up for it this weekend by writing like a fiend.  I can do it!  I hope.

Grandma’s here for the weekend.  It’s nice seeing her.  But it is one more distraction from the axe hanging over my head (i.e. my thesis).

Onward ho!

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[Quick side note: How dumb do spammers think I am?  Every time I see a spam comment (in my junk folder), I am reminded of a friend’s post on this very subject…]

My kitten seems to be adjusting well to her new home.  And she’s stopped bullying my sister’s kitten, which is also good.  Now I just have to get her to quit climbing the furniture.

I quit my job at Macy’s.  Before I began.  Long story short: the job was nothing like they said it would be when I was hired (including hours, hours per week, etc), and then it turned out to be a union job, which would take around 1/4 of my paycheck every month with the hours they would have me work.  So not worth it.  I’m just not going to worry about a job until after this thesis thing is done.

I think I’m going to go to church tonight.

Thesis wise, as soon as I’ve written a cogent thesis statement and re-worked my outline, I am ready to start writing.  Woo hoo!

I’m feeling better.  I think that last post must have just been a huge case of the blues.

In any case, this is so incredibly true:

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Most of the time, I think that moving home from Portland was a good idea.  What was I going to accomplish in Portland that I couldn’t accomplish here?  Minus get farther into debt…

And at the time, where I was emotionally, I had to have a change.  I had to go somewhere else, somewhere where I had a better support system.  (My few friends in Portland, however, are spectacular.  So do not think I am discounting them.)

But…  I miss those few friends.  And I miss taking language classes… both Greek and Hebrew.  I am dying that I’m not in Hebrew with my good friend, H., right now. I want to take more of both languages, but I don’t want to take Hebrew from anyone except Dr. J and Dr. K.  Period.  So what’s a girl to do??

I am so addicted to school.  Even in the midst of hating the task of writing my thesis (trying to write), I keep finding myself scheming to find ways to stay in school.  To continue.   I am sick.   Or insane.  But unfortunately quite poor and unable to support my habit/addiction.

Or maybe it’s just that I’ve never known a life outside of being a student.  It’s who I am.  What I do.  How I define myself and my life and my purpose.  But that has to end someday, right?

I’m so confused.

I have a kitten!  Her name is Shelby.  She was born August 6, which makes her almost 6 weeks old.  I got her last night.

By the way, it’s really hard getting pictures of playful kitties.  But here’s one which turned out okay:

She already seems to know my voice and wants to be in the same room as me.  So when I go upstairs or downstairs, she immediately follows.  She’s also ninja fast.  Seriously.

So cute!

Today feels like it has a good chance of being productive.  I got up at 7am on the nose (sleeping in!), went for a walk, and cleaned the bathroom.  I am meeting a friend for coffee at 11am, but intend to bring my thesis research so I can read afterwards.

I have an idea for a story, a book.  I’ve written down my inspiration for it (which came from a dream), and am now working on seeing if I can flesh out the details enough to have a go at writing it.  Not that I can let this distract me from my thesis.  But maybe it can be a prize for when I’ve finished my daily work?

I’m still worried about finding a job after my thesis.  A real job.  One I can live on.  I suppose that, worse comes to worst, I could always get a second bachelors degree, one that would be practical.  I’m already looking into it as a side idea.  Not that I want an additional 2-3 years of school.  But how hard can undergrad be once I’ve finished a masters?  Wouldn’t it be like a walk in the park?  (Or so I console myself.)

Just thoughts.

I’ve been reading feminist literature lately.  I’m currently in the midst of The Women’s Room, by Marilyn French.  I recommend it to everyone, male or female.  I’m only about halfway through, but it’s fantastic.

Before that, I re-read Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale.  I last read that in high school, so it had been some time.

Next on the list is The Stone Gods, by Jeanette Winterson.  A friend recommended it.

These books have been great.  They do concern me, though, in that they make me question even more if I would ever want to be married.  The more I read about feminism, the more I think about it and compare it to my life and the life I see others living, the more I think my singleness is a premium I am not willing to give up.

Oh, I’m not trying to say that marriage can’t be good.  I’ve  seen and heard of a few examples where it works and works well.  But I still feel like those examples are the exception, not the norm.  Because it seems that every woman thinks her man will be different, her marriage will be the exception.  For some, that is the case.  For most, it is not.

And, let us remember, there is nothing wrong with being single.  Nothing at all.  If you want to throw a Christian argument into the mix, the Apostle Paul said it’s better to be single.

The freedom is beautiful.

A conversation with my dad, Sunday afternoon:

Dad: So this might be none of my business, and just tell me to butt out if you want, but are you ever going to go back to church?

Me: [cue nervousness] Um, probably.  I don’t think I care about going as much as you and Mom do…

Dad: Is there anything I should know?

Me: No…

Dad: It just seems weird, you finishing up a seminary degree, and not going to church.  You aren’t losing your faith, are you?

Me: No…  My faith is fine.  I just don’t like Christians.

Dad: Oh.


It’s weird when my parents try to parent me.  And when they add matters of faith to the mix.  Because I’ve never considered them great examples…  Sure they have the outward stuff down, but I’ve yet to see evidence of the inward.  And I’m not saying it’s not there.  I’m saying my parents live in secrets.  They don’t share or open up about anything.  So how would I know?

And I did try to go to church that Sunday evening (unbeknownst to them).  But during the announcements, they were saying how this fall they’re starting “Men’s Fraternity” back up.  And this year they’ll be studying Jesus’ life to see how he lived as a man in order to see how they should live as men.  And I left.  That’s exactly what my thesis is fighting against.  (Well, it’s one of the things.)


In other news, I don’t think I’m going to go to Ecuador.  I think the lure of a job (if I can find one!), my own place, a truck, a pet (or two), and free time is too strong a lure to resist.  Counseling, time to try to write a book…  Those are bonuses I cannot deny.

Now all I have to do is actually write my thesis.