Because of the title of this reflection, you may think that it’s going to be long. But it’s not. I’m reflecting on the writing of my life — my memoir … Continue Reading My Life so Far
Pictured is one small attempt of mine to live in the Sacred Heart — my mousepad. And this quick post is one very small way to celebrate the Feast of … Continue Reading Sacred Heart of Jesus
This week, I’m letting pictures provide the words as I reflect upon a man named Dan — the man whom I most happily call dad. I hope these photos capture … Continue Reading Pictures of My Father
As I wrote in my previous post, Donna Marie DeGuglielmo was my friend, who’s passing on November 19, 2021 has affected me more than I would have imagined. Sometimes, you … Continue Reading Donna: Poet, Cheerleader and Friend
I hadn’t expected her passing to affect me as much as it has. After all, we never met in person. It was her need for me, or what I perceived … Continue Reading Who Is Donna DeGuglielmo?
I’m a writer, so I should be able to express everything that I think and feel and have experienced in written words. Right? Wrong. Over the years, I have written … Continue Reading Pictures of My Mother
Happy Easter! No, I’m not late. Because we celebrate an octave of Easter in the Catholic Church, it’s still Easter for us. In a way, I could really wish everyone … Continue Reading Happy Easter
What do I do? I get irritated. I get mean. I fall into self-pity. I get scared. I worry a lot. I don’t want these feelings or experiences. This is … Continue Reading Fruit Is Born: Prayer
“There’s been a misunderstanding,” he told the officials, trying to explain himself without flying into a rage or falling apart. But they dismissed his entreaties as though disgusted, none of … Continue Reading Without Mercy: Flash Fiction
This might actually happen. For decades, I have been trying to write the story of my life in book form. So many starts have been made that I could fill … Continue Reading Writing Progress on My Memoir
My problem is trust. I can no longer be transferred from wheelchair to bed and bed to wheelchair in my usual way. With progressive motorneuron disease, adaptations are always occurring, … Continue Reading Hope Blossoms: Prayer
I feel hesitant and awkward about this quote from Saint John Vianney: “Why not love our crosses, and make use of them to carry us to heaven?” I don’t really … Continue Reading Crosses Carry: Prayer
While conversing with a family member (via text messaging), she sent me two quotes that she likes. I confess, the first one embodies everything that I find difficult and challenging … Continue Reading Sorrows Melt: Prayer
My prayer life is… well… it could use some improving. I recently made a video called “When Prayer Is Boring” reflecting on some of the challenges of daily prayer. During … Continue Reading Really, What Is Prayer?
Ice crystals of fear at the edges of my heart, a cold chill blows through me; the heavy burden of sorrow snows down, thick, relentless, numbed and blinded by storm … Continue Reading In the Depths of Winter
I wonder … is this genocide? No, of course it isn’t, I tell myself. Genocide is the brutal, bloody business of exterminating an entire group of people based on a … Continue Reading Too Late for Me