The Spinster’s Soliloquy is a public journal chronicling the thoughts, observations, and occasional existential spirals of a childfree spinster raised in the American desert.
Written from the middle of a thoroughly inconvenient midlife crisis, these essays blend faith, skepticism, humor, self-reflection, and the everyday absurdities of modern life. A recent convert to Catholicism, the Spinster Woolgar spends much of her time wrestling with optimism, questioning her assumptions, and finding comedy in places where she probably shouldn’t.
Here you’ll find reflections on faith, culture, books, history, daily life, and whatever else happens to wander through the spinster’s overactive mind. Some entries may be profound. Others may simply document a disagreement with reality.
Expect unsolicited opinions, prickly observations, stories of personal growth (and occasional regression), and reflections on faith, culture, books, aging, and the strange business of becoming the person you’re supposed to be.
Welcome to The Spinster’s Soliloquy. Pull up a chair, stay a spell, and feel free to eavesdrop on the ramblings of an adorable spinster trying to make sense of it all.
But they say the sky’s the limit
And to me that’s really true
And my friends you have seen nothin’
Just wait ’til I get through
Michael Jackson
Bad
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