As Quarantine began, the community led by Catholic Creatives exploded with innovators inspired to help others through their struggles. We faced our own giants of fear and trepidation, but something in us drove us to community and fellowship. My desire was to fill social media with art to help with the constant deluge of news... Continue Reading →


Ever since I grew to adulthood, I hear the echoes of everyone who told me, "That's not real. That's a fantasy." Most of the time, I silence them With a wave of the hand, And maybe a deep breath, But then, Sometimes, a wave of grief comes, My heart begins to ask, "Were they right?... Continue Reading →


The Church was on my list of parishes to check out anyway, so when I realized it had the only Mass time that would work for me today, I hurried to the car. I went back and forth the whole drive over whether it was crazy of me to skip Mass at our home parish,... Continue Reading →

Thank you, Jussie Smollett: Sending love

  The first thing I saw when I searched for news of your attack was, He "turned down extra security before the event." My mind started spinning with conspiracy theories from every TV show I have ever watched. If this was the CW, you would have perfectly orchestrated the attack for some money-related reason, or... Continue Reading →

Come to Me

The darkness was supposed to have lifted. And maybe it did. But I could not see it because I was still screaming. In the fetal position on the floor with my hands covering my eyes and my ears. Screaming like no one has ever heard someone scream before. Feeling every tendril of despair wrapping around... Continue Reading →


It's funny how much morning determines your day. One little thing foes just slightly wrong and you can't recover for the rest of the day. Today it was just that hubby and I were talking about his asberger's, and he just tuned out all of a sudden. Walked away and went to the shower. He... Continue Reading →

The Poet Will Die

Leonard: "Why does someone have to die...in your book?" Virginia: "Someone has to die in order that the rest us should value life more...it's contrast" Leonard: "And who will die?"... Virginia: "The poet will die. The visionary." It was one of those when somehow everything is perfectly beautiful and wonderful. A trap suffocated the joy... Continue Reading →

Suddenly So Alive

Art, and the beauty inside it, is meant to shock us,Wrench us forward into being alive.Suddenly a light is incandescent in our field of life,Not line of sight, like some would say-that's not enoughNo, it comes across our field of is, was, will be,And shines for just a moment, like a glimpseOf peripheral vision. Pain... Continue Reading →

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