Tomorrow, my father is undergoing cardiac catheterization. He’s almost 69 and this procedure is fairly routine, but… This is one of those moments that gives us pause as human beings. … Continue Reading Pauses
Hope for a Cure Another Labor Day has come and gone and with it, for me, vague feelings of nostalgia, anxious excitement, dread, and a kind of contempt for hopeful … Continue Reading Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word
Who amongst us isn’t wounded? Who amongst us isn’t crippled in some way? Who amongst us doesn’t bear the scars of past hurt or the pain of present heartache? To be … Continue Reading The Heavy-Laden One
With Mother’s Day coming, I decided to share this letter that I wrote to my mother nine years ago. For those of you who don’t know me, it’s good to remember, … Continue Reading For My Mother
They say that idle hands are the devil’s workshop. So true. What to do with those spare minutes between the time when I’m finished my work on my computer and … Continue Reading The First Psalm and – Say What?
There are times when I suffer real physical pain. Given the already extremely weak and crumpled state of my body every day and, then, adding another physical ailment (which I … Continue Reading Where Is God in the Midst of My Misery?
People often tell me that I am a happy person, saying it with surprise and wonder as they look at my crumpled up body in a wheelchair. I’m no longer … Continue Reading Joy: Why Are You so Happy?
I’m a hunchback. Really. As a two-year-old, I was already showing a hint of the deformity, which has gotten much worse over the years. But, I didn’t always think of … Continue Reading Deformity and Disfigurement
We pass many life milestones through the years and, at each one, we tend to not only measure our progress, but also measure ourselves against them. Like me, now, with … Continue Reading One Year of Blogging – and Still Thankful
Reality Check – In my last Divine Incarnate post, I wrote this: “I wasn’t there when they crucified my Lord, but I am here, now, when the dying are crying … Continue Reading Limited but Able
After I had chosen, intellectually, to become a Christian, but way before I had embraced Christ in my heart, a priest told me that I was a saint maker. And … Continue Reading For the Feast of All Hallows: The Saint Maker
I’m a mess. Physically speaking, I’m a twisted, deformed, atrophied mess. Looking at the severe scoliosis in my own x-ray – the Z shaped spine, near horizontal in the thorax … Continue Reading Fearfully and Wonderfully
Living without the use of my arms is… well, odd. Because of my genetic muscle-wasting disease, there are things that I just can’t do anymore. This post is not about … Continue Reading Making the Sign of the Cross: an Opening
Do you pray not to be put to the test? I do. I think about the worst situation that I could find myself in and then I wonder… would I … Continue Reading In the Midst of Wolves
“I sing the body electric…” One Particular Body Have you ever looked at your fingers? I mean, have you seriously looked at your fingers to really see them? Intricate workings … Continue Reading The Human Body and First Friday Observation
The diseased girl in the wheelchair, who is too weak and tired to go to school anymore, stays home and mourns what she cannot have. She is much loved and … Continue Reading The Caged Bird Sings