
A Word or 137 from Jesus
Posted on the Feast of the Ascension… Be not afraid. I will be with you always. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all of … Continue Reading A Word or 137 from Jesus
Wheelchair Reflections of Sacred Wonder
Posted on the Feast of the Ascension… Be not afraid. I will be with you always. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all of … Continue Reading A Word or 137 from Jesus
Christ is risen! Rejoice and be glad, because Love lives forever! Sending to you, my dear readers, prayers for a glorious Easter Sunday, a joyful Easter Week, and a whole … Continue Reading Happy Easter
Self-denial is one of the most challenging parts of an authentic Christian life. Yet it’s also one of the most beautiful opportunities. Going over old writings for my memoir, I … Continue Reading Discovering the Self of Self-Denial
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…
Sharing here some beautiful quotes from some holy people about the meaning of this Advent season. First a note: I’m posting this on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Don’t … Continue Reading Advent Reminders
I would’ve liked to have had a different life. Different in that I would’ve liked to have been born without a progressive motor neuron disease, to be able to take … Continue Reading Honest Gratitude
Have you ever tried to sum up your faith or the Faith? Raised as a Catholic, I wasn’t well educated as one. I rejected the Faith — even the existence … Continue Reading The Tree of Life
The journey of a Christian, the journey of a writer… What follows is the reflection of a “new” Catholic (me) from early July, 2003 — ten years before I consecrated … Continue Reading A Wanting God
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
Ice crystals of fear at the edges of my heart, a cold chill blows through me; the heavy burden of sorrow snows down, thick, relentless, numbed and blinded by storm … Continue Reading In the Depths of Winter
Now for something completely different… I’m sharing a very, very short story written for a writer’s group that I joined last year. Each month, we’re given a prompt upon which … Continue Reading Flash Fiction: Obsolescence
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Does being free mean that we have no guidelines, no limitations, no grounding? But isn’t it the truth that sets us free? The truth is that I can do nothing … Continue Reading Freedom and Fear
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
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
“I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.”[i] But it can buy a lot of nice stuff. Knowing that love is more valuable than any possession … Continue Reading Greed