Revolution: a poem
Trees to climb up and hills to roll down. But, not for me. “It’s okay,” I tell my friends at school, “You can go down and play in the … Continue Reading Revolution: a poem
Wheelchair Reflections of Sacred Wonder
Trees to climb up and hills to roll down. But, not for me. “It’s okay,” I tell my friends at school, “You can go down and play in the … Continue Reading Revolution: a poem
In this post for the first Monday of the month, I’m sharing from a newly discovered blog called, “The Myth Retold: finding beauty in the every day.” This past Sunday’s … Continue Reading What Is Keeping Me from Sainthood
I am the girl in the wheelchair who was valedictorian of her high school class — I am smart. I say this with no bragging, because everyone is smart in … Continue Reading Learning Is Life
I hope you have a sense of humor. If you don’t, then you won’t fully appreciate the story that I’m sharing here, and, sadly, you won’t fully appreciate your own … Continue Reading A Three-Legged Dog
Flesh. What is flesh? Organic cells forming bones, muscles, organs, nerves, blood, skin. The flesh of animals, fur covered, which dwell in forests and fields. The flesh of fish, wet … Continue Reading Body and Soul
I have a morbid sense of time passing. This probably comes from doctors telling my parents, when I was two, that my disease meant I wouldn’t live to be a … Continue Reading Are We Having Fun yet?
Originally posted on albits:
Mother is a way of living A patient self-giving Atmosphere of care Like dew, early, everywhere Even if not near Mother’s here, and here Heartfelt, warming,…
I did it! That’s what I want to write, that’s what I want to shout out from the rooftops: “I did it! I did it!!!” The sentence, however, feels incomplete. … Continue Reading The Publishing Contract
I’m often remembered on sight by people whom I don’t recognize. At all. It’s the wheelchair. People have an advantage over me, because I have a unique and constant look … Continue Reading Growth and Divine Incarnate
This week, continuing my summer of poetry, something a bit biographical and a bit whimsical. The story of all of our lives — if we let it be. Metamorphic Metanoia … Continue Reading Metamorphic Metanoia
Ah, summer…do we fully enjoy the beauty of it? This week, I present a poem that I wrote from a memory of my younger nephew when he was still freshly … Continue Reading Sand Poet
My mother tells me that I was conceived on the Fourth of July. She says that she remembers well the hot summer night on their back porch in the city, … Continue Reading What Does It Mean to Be Independent?
Originally posted on Gladsome Lights:
Let us scatter our love selflessly to all, without regard to the way they act towards us. When the grace of God enters us, we…
With this reflection, I’m delving into controversy, as you can tell by the title. I feel nervous as I’m writing, so please bear with me. (And yes, it’s long.) I’d … Continue Reading Mother Knows Best? Eugenic Abortion
What is love? I will soon be attending a family wedding by the sea, and this occasion calls to my mind some poetry. The coming together of a man and … Continue Reading To the Marriage of True Minds
I should be dead, but I’m not. I should be a forty something-year-old in a nursing home, but I’m not. I should be miserable, but I’m not. Why? The reason … Continue Reading Real Men Stay