The Spirit’s Whispers: A Poem

The Spirit’s Whispers: A Poem

There is a secret lie that I’ve held since childhood—that prayer is like recipe book or magical spell, wherein the perfect words get the perfect wish fulfilled. But, I often find it’s not the words themselves that matter. Rather, what leads me closer to Christ’s peace...
My Defensive Mask

My Defensive Mask

I put on my best I’m-really-listening-face, sitting in an old, kind of gross, white-ish wingback chair. My friend sits opposite on another identical chair. As I nurse a glass of nice Scotch, I notice the ends of the armrests, stained mysteriously gray from hours of...
Seeking Beauty in the Busy

Seeking Beauty in the Busy

The caffeine sweetness of steam rises, whirling and swirling up from the cup of coffee held tightly in my hand. Its gentle, soothing aromas providing solace and warmth. Instead of taking a slow sip, I grab a quick gulp and then dive into the blur of the school day....
Dark Humor

Dark Humor

This post was originally published on April 11, 2018.  *** It was like a scene out of a Cohen brothers dark comedy (think Fargo). My friend and I were having lunch at a Jesuit retirement community, which was typically a wonderful time to take in old stories and wisdom...