Andrew Wyeth's Snow Hill and the Subjects of Art
/At first glance, it’s a peculiar scene: a maypole in the middle of winter.
Read MoreAt first glance, it’s a peculiar scene: a maypole in the middle of winter.
Read MoreLike David called out to the Lord in Psalms, so too, modern psalmists wrestle with doubt and faith in the language of poetry. From Pádraig Ó Tuama’s popular podcast Poetry Unbound to Douglas Murray’s weekend poetry reflection Things Worth Remembering for The Free Press, there has been a resurgence in finding meaning and solace through the doorway of poetry. Spend three luscious hours reading and discussing 20th and 21st century poetry and how these words can hold us as we struggle with faith and doubt.
Read MoreI don’t think any of us had grown up feeling like art was something we could approach. Graffiti, silkscreen and maybe Disney were for the likes of us. But the stuff in museums, that was for kids in John Hughes movies or people who lived in New York. Not us.
Read MoreThere is an audible gasp as each person walks into the room. Conversations started are now cut off. Footsteps soften. Although it is not a church, there is a sense of reverence in this space. In this room there is sanctuary.
Read MoreWhat if we weren’t intimidated by the task of living with full-throated joy?
Read MoreOne morning, when I returned to my car after my workout, the parking attendant told me he was taking a walk in his neighborhood and saw a building with James’s name on it. “Is it our James?” he asked. Yes, it is. I told him a story James told me long ago. He was an alcoholic, made a mess out of everything, and found himself in prison, at rock bottom. It was there in prison, as he got clean, that he could hear God’s voice more clearly. He knew he was loved by God, and he wanted others to know that love.
Read MoreRhymes with papaya. This is what I tell strangers when they ask how to pronounce my name. I know my name is different. It is difficult to remember. I tell people that it does not hurt my feelings if you ask for the 2nd, 10th or 100th time.
Read MoreI cringe now even thinking of it. Even the seconds after I asked, I cringed inside. Because how could I have cheapened the moment like that?
I was really excited to meet him. I wanted to share the moment online and with a friend who respects him too.
And snap.
I ruined it all.
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Read MoreAs my sister Sara Jaimes says, Go Spread your Seeds of Discontent somewhere else!
My latest for Ignatian Spirituality on having a cheerful heart.
I was asked to speak on the Jason Rantz show about how I lost my column at NW Catholic when I spoke up against Gender Ideology being taught at my kids Catholic Prek-8th grade.
Read MoreMy personal essay for Our Sunday Visitor on being the hands and feet of Christ.
Read MoreGrateful to National Catholic Register for publishing the my personal essay on explaining the theology of the body to my sons.
‘Man is obliged to regard his body as good and to hold it in honor since God has created it and will raise it up on the last day’ (Catechism 364)
Read MoreFinding freedom in a crowded house. My latest for Everyday Ignatian.
Read MoreSomething happens when you deprive yourself of comforts voluntarily, whether in fasting, abstaining, or finding yourself in an old monastery in the middle of the English countryside. With only two meals a day, a chill I couldn’t shake, lack of internet and cell service, something happened in that space which is usually cloaked by comfort. Call it magic or mystery but the words of the liturgy I heard several times a day became part of my cadence, placing me in some sort of liminal space; a space between this world and the one we cannot usually see.
Read MoreHave you ever heard quiet so loud you could hear your stomach digesting? Or been in a room so still you could hear the electricity buzzing through the wiring?
Read MoreAs we make our way through Lent, we act against the temptation to assume all forty of these days must be gloomy. In fact, in the Lenten sparsity, we find beauty and hope — and these poems and songs will point to exactly that.
Read MoreMy latest for Ignatian Spirituality on learning to be fearless
Read MoreThe books I read in January. These are all very short books. Less than 200 pages.
Find your next read.
Read MoreThrives on moments where storytelling, art and faith collide.