On dishwasher duty and delayed gratification
There is something so satisfying about emptying the dishwasher. Don’t you think? There’s the little triumph of putting things in their...
On fasting and feasting and naught in between
I just love Easter. I love the dark, candlelit beginning of the vigil, the bells and whistles (well, trumpets), the glistening foreheads...
On hanging in the balance
It is finished. Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled. Betrayed and denied, interrogated and condemned. Scourged and crowned with mocking...
A week that's holy and a heart that's soft
It's the final stretch. The last mile of the marathon. The conclusion of this time of fasting, yearning, staying quiet. Holy Week is upon...
A seed of the sacred in the mess of the mundane
It was my first fax. And it seemed especially momentous, considering it came all the way from Rome. In the midst of planning our trip, I...
Finding peace in the empty piazza
Wednesday morning made me nervous. It made me nervous and loosened my grip and opened my heart to God’s whispering voice. Armed as I was...
My sweet 17
This is a story of my suitcase heart. (No, not my 17th birthday.) I just spent a week in Rome. A week in Rome. It sounds so flippant,...
On the little yes
I just love Lent. I mean really love it. And I know, it’s easy to say that four days in. Get back to me in 40. But still, there’s just...
The great risk of Lent
Lent is a risky time. It’s risky because it opens me up to failure, yes. Because I am weak under the lure of Facebook and sweets and my...
From the fear of being lonely
There’s the loneliness that arises on a quiet, unscheduled Friday night while scrolling through a Facebook feed of happy faces with...
