Mary Pezzulo is an Author and Essayist at various platforms, including Where Peter Is and Patheos. She explores themes of religion, spirituality, and culture, with a focus on politics, faith, and societal issues, particularly in Northern Appalachia. Her work has been featured in the Catholic Herald, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and Convivium Journal, among others.
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Mary's coverage spans a wide range of topics, including family and relationships, culture and society, politics, immigration, religion (specifically Catholicism), seasons and current events. She often provides expert commentary on evolving stories with seasonal aspects.
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Have you ever thought about the way changing a name can change your whole perspective?
I met a new friend at nearly midnight, last weekend. Michael had just gotten off a late shift. It was quite dark and chilly.
The Princess first came to LaBelle last summer, and stayed for months. She was a tiny little girl, barely bigger than a toddler, the granddaughter of a friendly man who lives down the street.
Nothing went the way that it should, and that was a mercy. It all began with the catalytic converter– or, rather, the lack of a catalytic converter.
A reading from the Holy Gospel according to Matthew: The eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had ordered them.
A recording from Mary Pezzulo's live video
A recording from Mary Pezzulo's live video
That's what Catholic guilt really is, isn't it? Catholic guilt is the awkward feeling that there's something else we're supposed to be doing. It's the constant terror that you aren't Catholicking right, and you ought to Catholic another way. You can't put your child in a public school, you have to shell out for Catholic school. No, that's not good enough either, because real Catholics homeschool. You can't call yourself a mother because you don't have the right number of children yet, and anyway you're not mothering right. You can't go to Mass at the friendly church near your house, you have to drive fifteen miles to the one with the Communion rail. You can't pray ten Hail Marys, you have to pray the whole Rosary. No, not just the five decade Rosary, all twenty. What, you prayed twenty decades of the Rosary? Don't you know the Luminous Mysteries are a modernist invention? Do it again, fifteen decades, in Latin this time. Is your skirt long enough? Is your food penitential enough? Did you go to confession recently enough? Did the Body of Christ touch your teeth as you swallowed? Are you SURE you haven't met all three conditions for a mortal sin? And so on, for the rest of our lives.
I am reading “Magnifica Humanitas: On Safeguarding The Human Person In The Time Of Artificial Intelligence,” Pope Leo XIV's first encyclical.
I saw on the news that Joe Negri had died. I wasn't exactly surprised. He was nearly a hundred years old, after all. It's surprising that he'd lived that long.
