What I’ve wanted to do since I was a young girl, what others have expected of me since I graduated from high school, what my family and friends have encouraged … Continue Reading It’s Happening
Recently, I was telling my friend that I have difficulty “hearing” God when I pray. Often finding it difficult to make decisions in my life, I will turn to God … Continue Reading Answered Prayers
The most abundant flowers in my mother’s garden has always been impatiens. I used to call these pretty plants “impatients.” This was when I was a child who was quite … Continue Reading Impatients
“There’s a crack in everything… that’s how the light gets in.” — Leonard Cohen, songwriter. I know about cracks. I suffer from a seriously disabling disease, Spinal Muscular Atrophy. My … Continue Reading Where the Light Enters You
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
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 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?
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
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
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?
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
As May is the month for honoring mothers, including Mary, the Mother of God, Mother of all the living in Christ, I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years … Continue Reading Within Her Hands
In the summer preceding my sister’s wedding, I took to writing a poem for the occasion. This was during the time that I thought of love as many people do: … Continue Reading The Wedding
When I was invited to write a post for my friends at Agnellus’ Mirror, I had no idea that God would give me the opportunity to put my money where … Continue Reading Careful What You Pray for
I am naturally and nearly insatiably curious. In this world of identity politics, if I were to identify as anything it would be as a student of life, or to … Continue Reading Hi, My Name Is Christina
In between finishing up the (hopefully) last revision of my book and starting an online enrichment course on ecclesiology, I thought I’d take up another photo challenge for this week’s post. … Continue Reading Pull up a Seat