Who is Mrs. Pickwick? Well, she would rather not tell you. Because you might just know her and you might just appear in a minor catastrophe on this blog.

Fr. Pickwick valiantly mans his beloved bookstore and fearlessly leads his blessings through the forest of difficulties, leaving a trail of spilled tea, hair ties, and mismatched socks behind him. He is a pillar of strength amidst feminine weakness- or so we continue to allow him to believe, as consolation for being so heartily outnumbered!

The little Pickwicks busily create catastrophes of all shapes and sizes. They currently rule by majority and volume.