The Stones I Carry and a Band of Saintly Women

“With or without our permission, with or without our understanding, eventually suffering comes. Then the only question is how to endure it, how to accept it, how to cope with it, how to turn it from dross to gleam.”   Joan Chittister, The Liturgical Year A saint (noun) is a virtuous person, particularly good or holy,…

I’m Not Gonna Lie, I’m Depressed

I’m not gonna lie, I’m depressed.  Not that I was lying before when I pretended that I wasn’t.  Life is a silly game, and a beautiful dance,  It takes skill – to weather life’s storms. (And we’ve been in a blow-your-mind-knock-you-down kind of hurricane!) It’s a special skill to endure, to survive, to not get…

Shut Up for Once and Listen! Please.

Yesterday I read with disbelief as a flood of women replied on Tony Jones’ blog, when he asked the question “Where are the Women?”  Hundreds flooded his blog expressing how frustrated they were with not being listened to by him, by men, in the Church, in the blogosphere. They also said they didn’t have time for blogs…

In the Space of Days I Grew Up

In the space of days I grew up.  Not wise in years or experience, but still inevitably I became an adult this week.   I am not ready for this next stage of life but then, that’s how life works doesn’t it?  Was it John Lennon who quipped that “Life happens while we are making…

I Am Destruction

I wake with the familiar headache. Deeply tired.  My bones in protest. Emotions already chafing; dazzling, fluorescent, raw. Ablaze. Coffee the first panacea of the day. Sip by sip, its power over me if not to heal, then to awaken. Slowly flooded by familiar disappointment. Weary, I begin to See myself. I am Destruction. I…

John McCain’s Temper

I just don’t quite know what to say.  I think John McCain is going Cuckoo.  Don’t get me wrong, I was a John McCain fan, back when he was truly independent, truly a maverick.  I have to admit I was crazy for the guy.  He really had me.  I was so seriously in love with…