Let Him enter
First, I cried. Then, I think I threw myself a pity party or two as I am wont to do, prayed my new favorite How could you? prayer to my...
Hair apparent
It's all St. Clare's fault, really. You see, I used to have long hair. Long, thick, wavy hair. I'd pull it into a ponytail when I was...
Cancel all pity parties
How does God get your attention? Fr. James asked in his homily. Well, there are all sorts of ways I could answer that question. But...
The inefficiency of intimacy
Every weekday morning, it's the same. I wait for the last click of the church doors when the sacristan leaves, and I settle into my...
On being the one who can't repay
I recently spent two weeks in Philadelphia. Two long, full, glorious weeks. I stayed in three different homes and reunited with dozens of...
Out of the shadows
When I was 25, I got my ears pierced and started eating meat for the first time in my life. (It was the height of my rebellion.) And I...