Sex & The Single Vicar

Tales of Ecclesiastical Dating

In a weak moment, I posted on FB a week or two ago: “I am not a cat person. I am thinking of getting a cat. Please, advise.”  Well, truth be told I am not really much an animal person of any kind. Bailey, my youngest son’s half-Collie/half-Golden, lived out the latter of his fifteen …

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“Do I have to go?” I plaintively ask. “Yes,” Colleen, my life coach, says. “You have to give him a chance.” “Him” is “Don” — the last man on my six man plan with DCSingles. My matchmaker, Kelly gives me a heads up. “He didn’t go to college.” “That’s okay,” I say. “I like a …

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DCSingles. Six man plan. Expensive. Man #5. Mark with a “k”, not to be confused with Marc with a “c” – who was Man #4. Confusing, I know. As texts for coffee flew back and forth, I nearly blew off the fifth before I had even met him. “Ooooooooo! January Mark with a ‘k’. Sorry, …

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Hatch. Match. Dispatch. Twenty-two years, I have been in the baptizing, marrying, and burying business. Ordained an Episcopal priest in 1994, I have long lost count of how many people I have sprinkled, laid to rest, or joined in Holy Matrimony. It is a rare privilege to be with people at such junctures – both …

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Once upon a time, I had a crush on Raymond Podany. Two seventh graders at Holy Family School, we danced our first dance in the school auditorium. I remember the first kiss, in the bleachers sitting in his lap. Collegiate and cool, he was also awkward and shy. Brainy and bold, I was anything but. …

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Catching my therapist up on my not so successful DCSingles dates, Sondra pauses and thoughtfully poses the obvious question: “So, Joani, what do you want?” “What do I want?” Well, not Bernie Sanders. I already wrote about him. And not the guy who is afraid of his own shadow — who I met for coffee …

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1963. Open my wardrobe and what do you see? Brown courdouroy smocked dress and white puffy blouse. Navy blue polka dot shift and  striped Danskins.  Parochial school uniform and Peter Pan collars.  Mary Janes, saddle shoes, and Keds. 1973. Open my wardrobe and what do you see? Peasant dresses, halter tops, and army jacket. Denim …

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