The Stanford case, about a woman who was raped, has been on my mind. Obviously, adult themes. Obviously, tread with caution. Have you ever taken a self-defense class? I have. I’ve taken a few, a few classes dedicated, especially, to young women like me. We’re young women like the ones you know, from college orContinueContinue reading “The Weakest Victim that Night”
Category Archives: Fanciful
On flying and time zones and dark nights of the soul
When flying through the air–miraculously–in a chunk of engineered metal, It strikes one that, although we will be in flight for two and a half hours, Still we will arrive only one hour later. Such is the way the world tilts and The speed of the plane and The angle of the sun. What, then,ContinueContinue reading “On flying and time zones and dark nights of the soul”
SO MANY THINGS
Crazy things are happening. Crazy and unexpected and hopefully (dear God, hopefully, please please please) very good. Hopefully. I want to tell you all about them. But, before that, listen. I went to Colorado. My life, which has been a positive whirlwind these past two weeks, has been on this ramping up-and-up which maybe (maybe?)ContinueContinue reading “SO MANY THINGS”
No makeup Sunday
I usually wear mascara, every day. On special occasions I line my eyelid, too, Pulling the lid taut with my finger, Drawing across my lashes. Today, though, preparing for church, I didn’t. I left the dark mascara in its neon bottle, The liner I left on the shelf, And I went to church un-decorated, MyContinueContinue reading “No makeup Sunday”
I wrote a thing
…And it was published by a legit source that a lot of people read and share and stuff. Beginning excerpt: The priest looked up at me. “It’s because you’re prideful,” he said, just like that—straightforward and blunt. His demeanor was friendly, though, and loving, as we sat there in the confessional. It wasn’t really aContinueContinue reading “I wrote a thing”
Morning glory
In the early mornings, as I run, I try to stop at every lilac bush, admire, insert my face into the petal-bunches, breathe deeply. Every bush is a work of grandiose glory. The buds on the clumps of dropping fragrance are slowly opening, slowly filling the air around us with the blessed scent of spring.ContinueContinue reading “Morning glory”
Sprangity Spring
I once saw a meme/ gif/ internet short that flipped through the seasons. The camera was focused on a group of trees, and they underwent spring and summer and fall and winter. I watched it a few times, and then I saw the caption. The caption was like, “Most people only see this around 80ContinueContinue reading “Sprangity Spring”
The Full and Nothin’ But The
I’ve been thinking about How they say that Water and oil don’t mix. I suppose that that is true, For I studied the property of their densities When I was still in middle school. But, I have also observed how oil and water Pool with each other In the gutter, off the curb, near myContinueContinue reading “The Full and Nothin’ But The”
This is love
There is an older man who goes to my tiny-church who is a dear friend of mine. Once, when I returned from an international trip, he found me at mass and whispered me a poem about ships on the ocean returning home, too. Once, in the middle of the winter, he gave me a CDContinueContinue reading “This is love”
That time I embarrassed myself in front of the Archbishop
You all know that I’m helping with an upcoming Archdiocesan Synod; or, if you didn’t know, now you do, I guess. In November, our Archdiocese will host a Synod, which will gather hundreds of folks to talk Jesus and church and stuff. Honestly, “helping” with the upcoming Synod kind of looks a lot like “noddingContinueContinue reading “That time I embarrassed myself in front of the Archbishop”
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