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For the Love of Drooping Hands

Well, as of my college move-in today, I will officially become a sophomore, also known as a wise fool! Although yesterday I started quoting Monsters Inc. in a restaurant and laughed too hard at myself for anyone to understand what I was saying, so let’s just say that I’ve been ready to possess an insultingContinue reading “For the Love of Drooping Hands”

Apocalyptic Beauty

Not to sound like the classical homeschool family we are, but my mom and I were recently griping about the lies and objectification within some modern music. Don’t get us wrong, she’s a diehard U2 fan and I rediscovered my love for Mumford and Sons over the summer; it’s not like we only listen toContinue reading “Apocalyptic Beauty”

The August Ecce

May is Mary’s Month, and I Muse at that and wonder why Perhaps in imitation of these opening lines from Hopkins’ The May Magnificat, one could write: August paints her bleeding heart, And I long to know her art Obviously that plagiarist is embarrassing herself a bit. But she still thinks it’s important to museContinue reading “The August Ecce”

Goodnight, Fools

Happy Sunday! Sorry that this post is a little later than usual. It’s been a crazy week, a crazier weekend, and honestly, writer’s block has been hitting harder than usual over the last few weeks. But I think it’s providential that this post is late. Today’s Gospel is about the evening of our lives, andContinue reading “Goodnight, Fools”

Happy Hearts Day Part 2: Litany of Courage

I have so many dreams as a writer. This post fulfills a dream that for so long seemed too wonderful to even hope for. This is my first piece in post-Roe America. How beautiful is it that the first day of this new period in American history falls on the Memorial of the Immaculate HeartContinue reading “Happy Hearts Day Part 2: Litany of Courage”

Dancing in Prison: O King of Nations

O King of all the nations, the only joy of every human heart; O Keystone of the mighty arch of man, come and save the creature you fashioned from the dust. If there were any two who understood that Jesus is “the only joy of every human heart,” it was the Blessed Virgin and JohnContinue reading “Dancing in Prison: O King of Nations”

Sunday Gospel Reflection: Rocking Eve to Sleep

I wonder what it was like for Jesus as His bleary eyes woke from sleep. He could feel the water lapping at his feet, hear the roar of the wind skidding over the sea. But the first thing He saw must have been the disciples’ faces, their wide eyes dimming with despair and confusion. BeforeContinue reading “Sunday Gospel Reflection: Rocking Eve to Sleep”

That Last Paragraph, That First Death

I’ve been preparing for this post for months now. Thinking about possible ways to open it, staring at a blank screen and aggressively blinking cursor, saving drafts that I’ll never reopen. My favorite part of a book is always the end. It’s that final sentence or paragraph, the final goodbye from an author to hisContinue reading “That Last Paragraph, That First Death”

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”