The victor of my troubled heart
Do not let your hearts be troubled. It’s an interesting thing, that. Do not let your hearts be troubled. As if they’re prone to that...
My fig tree year
Sometimes, I think I’ve forgotten how to live in the present. Memory and imagination, nostalgia and wistfulness, the past and the...
In defense of Martha.
This post was inspired by this Fr. Mike Schmitz video. And today’s Gospel. Oh, and God. I think I have a soft spot for the underdog. The...
On hard work
On Monday, I painted my bedroom. I figured it was a good way to spend my Labor Day. Aside from some expert advice from my dear roommate...
Let there be words.
Hi! And welcome. So, I just need to tell you some things up front. I like real books. With pages and smells. I prefer face-to-face to...
