So Tender and Mild
I’m about to share something very personal. (And I’m a bit scared. Though I hear, “Be not afraid.”) Last Sunday, at the Mass celebrating The Epiphany of Our Lord, while … Continue Reading So Tender and Mild
It’s Happening
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
Answered Prayers
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
Impatients
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
Where the Light Enters You
“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
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
Learning Is Life
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
Are We Having Fun yet?
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?
The Publishing Contract
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
Metamorphic Metanoia
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
What Does It Mean to Be Independent?
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?
Real Men Stay
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
Within Her Hands
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
The Wedding
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
Careful What You Pray for
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
Hi, My Name Is Christina
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
Christina Chase 