Death Poetica
Behind barbed wire In the county jail Woman recites poetry; Declares she’ll die. Bodies young, old Form lines.…
Hope and heartache on this side of the grave
I understand that my death could come any day. My own life experiences have etched this understanding into…
Lent in a pandemic
I’ve been inside since Wednesday afternoon. It all started when a friend, who ministers in New York, texted…
I fasted on only bread and juice for Lent. This is what I learned.
My stomach felt like an empty pit. There could not possibly have been anything left in the tank.…
Love and ashes
our bodies make lines and our hearts beat repent, repent make us more honest in forty days conversion…
One life together
As of the writing of this reflection, Witness Against Torture, The New York Catholic Worker, and Voices for…
The beauty of brokenness
An old building in disrepair, collapsing toward the ground. A rusting, defective car, stuck in layers of mud.…
Signs of spring in Lent
During this Lenten season, more than any other Lent, I am getting how significant it is that Lent…
Recycled Lenten lessons
So far this Lent, I have already encountered the parts of me I don’t like. As I try…
French braiding my way to a holier Lent
I am trying to teach myself how to French braid hair. As the mother of two daughters, one…
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