How to live like you've just left the convent
Yes, even nuns can bike Now, this is no exhaustive list, and I’m not even doing all these things all the time, but hey: it’s a pretty...
Fatherless
My dad died. I’ve written and said those words so many times, too many times, yet it’s still so surreal. Awful and surreal. Healthy 63...
It's a wonderful life
I don’t quite know where to begin. So many times over the last few weeks I’ve said how overwhelmed I’ve felt (in the best way), how...
The sound of love
It’s quickly become my favorite time of day. It’s when the beautiful weightiness of gratitude sinks in, when I’m feeling worn and spent...
You are what you do and other untruths
Early in my grandparents’ marriage, my grandfather returned from his service as an air traffic controller in World War II and needed a...
Lies to reject when discerning religious life
Photo by Michael Kearney Let’s start with a disclaimer: I am no expert on discernment. I know plenty of people out there search for...
Life lessons I've learned from small children
From January to August, I spent my days with little kids. An 18-month-old in the mornings, and a five- and nine-year-old in the...
These streets
For three years it was home. I’d unlock the knob, squeeze through the narrow hallway past my hanging bike, amble up the steep steps, drop...
A goodbye to Gabriel
My dear, sweet Gabriel, You’re asleep in the next room and I miss you already. I’d hold you and sway for hours if I could. The weight of...
It's not me, it's Him
If I had to trace it back, I’d say it all began on January 8, 2010. It was a Friday. It was the first week of my second semester as a...