In seventh grade, 1998, my best friend and I were excited with the news that our favorite band, Hanson, was releasing another album. Shortly before its release, I had a dream of a new song sung by the youngest member who didn't usually take lead vocals. The album ended up being a compilation of songs … Continue reading Dream a Little Dream
It has become my personal memento mori. "I am all the family you need"– it's both an assurance of God's presence with and within me but also a calling out and beyond. Everything of this life passes. All of my relationships here will pass, even those that bring me closer to Christ. Of course, those … Continue reading The Meaning of Family
That's God, to me. He's pure happiness and He doesn't have to make sense to us or be logical or neat and tidy; He just is. He is big and is everything at the same time that He's small and insignificant. He's colorful and complicated at the same time that He's grayscale and simple. He's … Continue reading A Meditation on the Depths of Beauty of Painted Nails
Triptych of the Seven Dolors– Seven Dolors Parish, Yukon, PA That was the day I began to understand Mary a little bit more She sorrows to bring us together in heaven, to unite us with her holy Son Who is the means of salvation. She sorrows when we struggle and fail and hurt. She sorrows … Continue reading Monday with Mary, Mater Dolorosa
It's been awhile since my last post because I have been traveling this Christmas season to see family. We live almost all the way across the country from each other and visiting has been absolutely wonderful. What a perfect time to travel far to be with family, too. But, as 2018 is finally coming to … Continue reading Some Bright Spots in My 2018
She's neither ethereal nor ghost-like when she appears in my dreams. In my dreams she's very real. So real, in fact, that most times I don't even realize she shouldn't be there until I'm on the edge of consciousness. I often wake like Ebenezer Scrooge, wondering if what I've experienced was a dream or reality, … Continue reading The Ghost Lady in My Dreams
Over on Contemplatio Culture today, I share a poem I wrote (many years ago!) about sledding. May you all make beautiful winter, snowy memories 🙂
