What my Miscarriage Taught me About Being Christian

Rachel Hollis said, "Everything does NOT happen for a reason, but you can FIND a meaning in anything." My first miscarriage is the first thing that came to mind. Every time I read "everything happens for a reason," my heart hardens and grows colder, the hair on the back of my neck stands up, and... Continue Reading →

#Checkyourprivilege

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 →

Searching for a Home

Today, I got up all bright and peppy excited for a day of submitting my work. I labored for hours over my lists of places to submit and realized I don't know where I fit. I've published some amazing stuff in mediocre ways, and I have work I'm proud of that no one has seen.... Continue Reading →

Dear John,

Dear John Really? You still haven't called? It's been a week and a half now, and all you have done is one Facebook IM to me, and a couple responses when I talked to you last night. This wouldnt seem so weird if I didn't know your roommates. I know you've been asking about me.... Continue Reading →

The Fight

There's so much to be said today,It's like my heart might explode.Like I'm wandering in that space againWaiting to unload.There's goblins and witchesAnd demons and worseClawing at my insidesDrowning me, curseBut I find comfort in the glittering nightOf Gatsby's holy green light,The hope that he somehow held ontoWhile despair chants, so young and beautifulLike, I... Continue Reading →

The Blog of Brene BrownA beautiful friend of mine made me read The Gift of Imperfection last year, and it healed so much in me, and opened doors to other rooms of the mansion of my soul that needed healing. Thank you Brene Brown for yourself.

Writing to Write

The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →

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