Helpless
What do you see when you look upon a Nativity scene?
I share a very personal story in this reflection on Jesus in the manger. Merry Christmas…
Tiny
Sometimes, I feel so tiny that I could just blow away into nothingness. Weakened by disease, sickened by some ailment or another, my body feels thin and brittle, like I … Continue Reading Tiny
My Christmas Gift
What’s the best Christmas gift that you can imagine for an eight-year-old girl? You’ll never guess what it was. I received it at the big Christmas party in the Manchester … Continue Reading My Christmas Gift
Eternal Life? Really?
Getting personal. If I truly believe in life after death, then… I profess to believe in the afterlife. But do I really mean it? Do I act on my faith? … Continue Reading Eternal Life? Really?
Jump: Flash Fiction
Before my reflections on The Virgin Mary, here’s a very, very short story that I wrote. Remember, it’s fiction! Jump by Christina Chase The droning sound of the family reunion … Continue Reading Jump: Flash Fiction
Recovering from Covid
I would like this post to be about how the whole world is now recovering from Covid, a pandemic long in our past, its side effects becoming a thing of … Continue Reading Recovering from Covid
Pictures of My Father
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
Donna: Poet, Cheerleader and Friend
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
Who Is Donna DeGuglielmo?
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?
Fruit Is Born: Prayer
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
Hope Blossoms: Prayer
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
Crosses Carry: 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
Too Late for Me
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
Books and Veils
In August, I had the privilege and pleasure of pre-reading a book about Blessed Margaret of Castello — excuse me, Saint Margaret of Castello. Through a process I’m calling “What … Continue Reading Books and Veils
Through
There’s thunder and lightning, bombings and gunfire, and I’m abandoned in the dark — horrifically alone. At any moment I could be obliterated, searing explosions invading my mind so I … Continue Reading Through
Unborn
We all begin in mystery. When I was smaller than the period at the end of this sentence, my life’s story began. All that I cosmically and genetically am was … Continue Reading Unborn
Christina Chase 