On Sunday, after church and church-y things, I sat around with my brothers and the young, tall priest at my parents’ church and he was like, “Do you guys just want to jam?” because that’s how he talks. So, they began playing. They tried to stick to songs that the small crowd mingling about wouldContinueContinue reading “What about when you have to wait?”
Category Archives: Faith
Stained with salt
One of the hard things for me is expressing negativity. And it’s not that I don’t experience hard times and dark days, because I do. I just have a hard time saying words that express that, or piecing together the phrases that mean, “so, like, today, I can barely remember what hope feels like,” becauseContinueContinue reading “Stained with salt”
Canticle of two youths and the OPPOSITE of a fiery furnace
I believe in being honest with God because, really, if you’re not honest with Him, who can you be honest with? And on Monday or Tuesday I honestly said, “God, how about some snail mail?” And God and Juli-YEAH and the United States Postal Service delivered. Snail mail from Juli-YEAH AW YISS. So, to provideContinueContinue reading “Canticle of two youths and the OPPOSITE of a fiery furnace”
Marks in all shades
I’ve been reading a few things online about those multiple shades of grey (but not many things, because as a child I learned about “be careful, little eyes, what you see,” and, even though I wasn’t aware of the internet then, I’m aware of it now, and the truth of the phrase still remains.) IContinueContinue reading “Marks in all shades”
Ash Wednesday musings
It’s Ash Wednesay, almost 10 a.m., and I want to eat something. But, I also don’t want to eat something, because I turned fourteen a few years ago now, and today is one of the days where we’re supposed to fast, and I believe fasting to be a good thing, so instead I drum myContinueContinue reading “Ash Wednesday musings”
“On Tuesday…”
For reasons of shared-pastor, our priest doesn’t celebrate mass at my small-church on Tuesdays. Usually a substitute priest will celebrate instead, or a deacon, or this one guy who is in the diaconate program. If all else fails, though, I’m asked to cover in a communion service featuring the day’s readings, the already-consecrated Eucharist, andContinueContinue reading ““On Tuesday…””
Obstacles
I know this one dude, and sometimes we talk about stuff. Even though he hates hugs or handshakes, he’s the type Who sits super close when talking, Presences brushing as he shares/ questions/ converses. Sometimes we talk about spiritual stuff, this dude and I, Because he knows it’s important to me, and he has anContinueContinue reading “Obstacles”
March for Life 2015
You know what I’m not here to do? -Play rhetoric games -Start fights -Engage in meaningless internet “discussions” where no one changes their mind and no one feels good at the end anyway. But, I know some people in Washington D.C. today, and I’ve been there myself many times. Today, this post is for myContinueContinue reading “March for Life 2015”
Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango
I’m too old for this, but I still dance in our living room, and the worst part is that I still make my mom watch, like I’m four-and-a-half. “Mom,” I say, “watch what I learned in Argentine Tango class last week,” and I push-lean against a kitchen chair and trace my toes in sultry circlesContinueContinue reading “Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango”
On The Feast of St. Stephen
The day after Christmas is the Feast of St. Stephen, The very first martyr of the church. It’s recorded that, as he was sharing the news of Jesus, The crowd grew agitated and upset And rushed upon Stephen to kill him. I went to mass yesterday, so I heard the story. These words, in particular,ContinueContinue reading “On The Feast of St. Stephen”
Seashell Nell 