The Anchoress is where a rather reclusive woman who talks too much deposits all the thoughts she can’t figure out what to do with, elsewhere. It’s worked for a long time, and since it’s not broke, she’s not fixing it.
(Reprinted with permission from Aleteia.com, where this piece first appeared in November of 2017) When I was about nine years old, I was sexually assaulted by a group of several teen-aged boys. I’m sorry to Read more…
Those of us whose loved ones are lately unemployed — either through corporate downsizing, AI advancements or their company’s reorganization ideas — and have watched as they diligently submit resumes week after week with nary Read more…
Having spent most of the month of August in the hospital (an event I am still processing and am not yet ready to write about), I’ve had a lot of time on my hands. My Read more…
I’m in the process of collecting my Lenten reading materials — this year I’m going to make a deep dive into the Rule of St. Benedict (which I, bad Benedictine, have been neglecting) and some Read more…
As someone who has struggled with the intimacy that comes from needing others, I get what is going on with a good friend of mine who is dealing with cancer. But, as I write in Read more…
The news is so awful and it seems like it has been since the third hour of the new year… but these people in California are inspiring me. And they are teaching me about hope Read more…