The Gospel of Jesus’ Wife

April 3, 2015 By in Family Tags: , , 1 Comment

As we approach Easter, the Momma of the Man Cave would like to weigh in on this:

“On September 18, 2012, HDS Professor Karen L. King announced the existence of a papyrus fragment dubbed “The Gospel of Jesus’s Wife” at the International Coptic Congress in Rome.” – Harvard Divinity School web site

Now, there’s plenty of debate as to whether the papyrus is authentic, whether or not “wife” refers to an actual female life partner or to the church. I can’t say WHICH analysis is correct here…

… But I CAN shed light on what likely FOLLOWED what Professor King found: ““Jesus said to them, ‘My wife…’”

UH-HEM: Continue reading →

Winter, go away! It’s time for Spring

March 20, 2015 By in Conversation, New York City Tags: , , Leave a comment

Heather cold © Heather Bosch MediaDear “Winter,” It’s not you, it’s me.

I need to move on. Yes, we’ve had our moments: playing in the snow, baking pies on a chilly afternoon, spending the holidays together (although I never really thought of Saint Patrick’s Day as a “winter” holiday) … but NONETHELESS, you’ve been there. Morning, noon AND NIGHT. Continue reading →

Man Cave to the rescue!

March 15, 2015 By in Away From The Cave, Journalism Tags: , , 2 Comments

hotel food (c) Heather Bosch MediaWorking out of town one night, after a VERY long day, I popped into the pub adjacent to the hotel I was staying in for a quick bite to eat. That’s when a man in his late 30’s, early 40’s, losing his hair, but clearly gaining some weight, asked if he could sit at the bar next to me.

”Fine,” I say.

He talked, mostly. I ordered food (you’ll recall this had been a long work day). Funny how that gut instinct kicks-in quickly. I think to myself, hmmm. This guy is, well, someone I do NOT want to talk to. Anymore. Or every again. Continue reading →

That moment when you realize your boy is becoming a man

February 14, 2015 By in Family, Teenagers Tags: , , , 2 Comments

Pokemon cards © Heather Bosch MediaMe: Hopping up on my youngest son’s bed, “What-cha doin’?”

Youngest son: “Just going through my Pokémon cards.”

Ah, Pokémon. He’s been collecting them since he could talk. Many a Pokémon playing cards have been stuffed into Christmas stockings, wrapped neatly as birthday presents, or presented as a congratulatory “Hey I know spelling isn’t your best subject, but you got 7 out of 10, right? Nice!”

“See,” he tells me, “THIS one is rare. It’s really cool. “

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Adventures in food poisoning, or Pepto Bismol is your FRIEND

January 9, 2015 By in Bodily Functions, Journalism Tags: , , Leave a comment

peptoI’m a tough cookie. I’ve been to post-tsunami south Asia. Covered dock-workers strikes at 3am. Terror attacks, shootings, floods? I’m there. Even illnesses can’t break me. Or so I thought…
Came down with shingles: Not contagious? I’m going to work!
Bad cold: taking Sudafed… and going to work!
And THEN… I got food poisoning. Continue reading →

I don’t know much, but I know this

January 7, 2015 By in Journalism Leave a comment

I am a Mom (in a Man Cave) and a woman of faith. So some brief thoughts on recent violence.

I don’t know much, but I know this:
A God who created the earth, the universe and all its beauty is not threatened by cartoons and other artistic works.
A God who taught the birds to sing and thousands of other creatures to communicate does not need to silence journalists.
A God who has – and will – outlive all nations does not need police and other government servants assassinated on his behalf.
A God who wants you to serve him would not want humanitarian aid workers slaughtered, because they are actually serving God.

Sleep and the Momma of the Man Cave

December 5, 2014 By in Journalism Tags: , Leave a comment

“Sleep” and the Momma of the Man Cave (c) Heather Bosch MediaIf I wrote an auto-biography, it would be titled “Quest for a Nap!” Or maybe “Falling Asleep on the Train.”

When I first started working an early shift in news radio, I would find myself up at 3 o’clock, 4, 5 in the morning on my days off  — unable to sleep. I just couldn’t go back to bed. And taking naps? Forget it. Who can sleep in the middle of the day? Or so I thought. Continue reading →

My baby boy plays football

September 27, 2014 By in Family, Teenagers Tags: , Leave a comment

football-9-27-2014-sThe  Man Cave entered a new era today. My youngest son played his first ‘at home’ high school football game.

This is a MUCH different experience than being in the stands rooting for my favorite NFL team (see my earlier post about crazy Seahawks fans) and even different from the high school games I attended as a teen.

No, this game featured MY BABY BOY, though well padded , facing potential tackles from the other team. The other team, in this case, is from across the island and full of Irish-American kids. GIANT Irish-American kids. I swear we were playing the Notre Dame farm team. Our team was notably smaller. The “center” might have been four-foot-nine. If he put “lifts” in his football cleats. “He’s little but tough,” my son insisted, “like a rabid Chihuahua.” Fitting, since he appeared to be no taller than the opposing teams’ shins. Continue reading →

Awkward Man Cave sports discussion

August 24, 2014 By in Family, Teenagers Tags: , , 1 Comment

footballMy son went to his first High School football practice, today. This was no easy task as he had to convince ME — the Man Cave Momma — to let him turn out for a sport that can be dangerous. Yes, I know all sports can be dangerous. But I’ll bet even Marshawn Lynch’s mom cringes when the fourth or fifth opposing player attaches himself to the Herculean running back’s legs in an attempt to stop him while in BEAST MODE.

Fortunately there is plenty of safety gear, from helmet to pads, and most of it is provided by the school. However my son informed us we needed to purchase . . . Let’s say “something commonly used in sports to protect the manly nether regions.” The conversation that followed went a little like this: Continue reading →