The Associate Pastor’s Tirade

Part I We barrelled into Church a motley crue, composed of one shoeless screaming to be shirtless, who wanted to run and climb. Hung from the other arm was one whose Only desire was to scream and run, but Who had cried out "I want Jesus" in the parking lot. I came for the Living... Continue Reading →

The Tapestries(from PEACEWEAVER)

While I was practicing yoga regularly, I redecorated my home. My tastes were bohemian, but I was concerned about surrounding myself with tapestries made in India about gods I do not understand. I searched for Catholic art, but I could not find anything that even remotely hit the style I was seeking. What’s more is... Continue Reading →

#Throughfire

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 →

Write Where it Hurts: Quarantine

Quarantine. For some of you it’s a dirty word. For some it’s despair. For some it’s loss and grief incomparable. For me? It’s life. For me, it was hope. For me, it was a home With incandescent joy and bliss.

PEACEWEAVER intro

This lent, I had another identity crisis. I know, I know, every lent this happens right? Well, I ended up signing my life away that I would no longer do yoga and instead teach an alternative. Ironically, everytime I tried to send the papers, something went wrong. Every. Single. Time. Finally I sent them. You... Continue Reading →

Original Sin

When I gave birth the third time, Everyone told me what a perfect birth it was. They marveled at how calm and "unafraid" I was, How I "roared" my baby earthside. I've ached in that lie for a while now, Lost in their awe and my own despair. What they didn't know is that While... Continue Reading →

The Hierarchy of Suffering

This meme has been going around like wildfire lately. It expresses the common idea that the way not to judge others for their struggles is to think that maybe they are not as strong as you are. On the surface, the intention is great. The idea is to encourage people not to judge others' suffering.... Continue Reading →

I’m not LGBTQ, but I don’t Belong Either

https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/voices/2019/08/18/churches-need-less-tradition-more-flexibility-welcome-teens-column/2011731001/ This article and others like it have been posted and talked about on my online and in person Catholic groups over and over again. There's always a couple of people kindly talking about it and then the avalanche of more traditional Catholics who start mocking the author and saying, "Oh they just want the... Continue Reading →

Jaded

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 →

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