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The Hidden Worker

They have barely reached the peak of Golgotha when His clothes are violently torn off, leaving only open shreds where skin should be. Jesus staggers right and left as his hunched form is prodded towards the cross by clubs. He kneels beside the cross as one last time, His Sacred Body touches the dust thatContinue reading “The Hidden Worker”

Not for Pauline

There’s something enchanting about rereading books. Not all of them – if someone told me to reread The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson, a book the author himself found distasteful, I would rather contract leprosy. But there are some books that you grow up with and that shape your soul in a mysterious way.Continue reading “Not for Pauline”

My Watered Garden

“Woman, why are you weeping?” Easter should be the feast most unclouded by grief and heartbreak. Even nature seems to break forth in an unmatched “Hallelujah” as the spring is gently unveiled through flowers, zephyr, and relentless birdsong. After all, this octave of Easter is “the day that the Lord has made (Psalm 118).” Today,Continue reading “My Watered Garden”

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Greetings!

My name is Larisa and I’m a Catholic, ballet dancer, and passionate advocate for the Oxford comma. After becoming a Saint, my second-greatest aspiration is to be the admin for Sparknotes’ Twitter page, but since that isn’t likely, I’ve settled for trying to be the greatest Thomas Dubay enthusiast. When I’m not dancing or writing, I’m probably drinking coffee, getting shushed in Hobby Lobby with my friends, or re-watching The Office.

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