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?
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
In the midst of our divisive, too often violent world, I have often found myself resting back on this poem: (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of … Continue Reading Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
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
As I was heading out of church, I knew. I am healed. It didn’t come like a bolt out of the blue or a disembodied voice, or like some televangelist … Continue Reading Good News
This week, I’m sharing two little poems of mine (and I don’t claim to be a poet.) The first is from a recent excursion with my parents to Rhododendron Sate … Continue Reading Two Poems of Wonder
Recently writing about my current medical issues and concerns, I’ve decided that perhaps it is true: a picture is worth a thousand words. So, I’m sharing with all of you … Continue Reading This Is My Body
A few words about joy. Well, okay, more than a few… I used to think that Catholicism was very dour, celebrating solemnities (solemn celebrations?) bemoaning sin and life in this … Continue Reading Joyful
God loves what God creates – every person is beautiful in the eyes of God, both body and soul. What if we saw each other the way God sees us?
It’s a human inclination to want to be famous, wealthy, or influential in some grand way. I want to be a successful author, with big dreams of making bestseller lists and overcoming my … Continue Reading Favorite Things: Quotes from Saint Therese
On creaking knees, worn with repeated hours on earthen floors making bread and coaxing coals into flame, she now knelt in the upper room in the city – and prayed. … Continue Reading She at Pentecost
Last year, I was searching for a Madonna and Child print to hang in my bedroom. I had thought that I wanted an icon or medieval painting. After looking at … Continue Reading First Friday and the Incarnate Image
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
Bear with me. One weekend this summer, after having my nephews over to play on the Xbox and going to church the next day, the thought came to me that our relationship … Continue Reading Minecraft Cats and the Worship of God
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
My friend, whose husband died last December, is going through her year of firsts. The first Christmas without Dave. The first birthday without him. The first Easter… the first wedding … Continue Reading Grieving the Death of a Loved One: Beauty Speaks