The Romance of The Cross

Stay, my restless heart, my wandering feet. The way of escape is here. The place of newness and purpose is here too. Not in the next adventure, the next accomplishment, the next good deed, the next admirer. Stay and look up, above the spectacles, the sensations, the vanity. There is a cross up there in… Continue reading The Romance of The Cross

To The Unborn

Precious, When I was little, a man on an airplane asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Naturally, I hugged my doll close to my heart and said, "I just want to be a mommy." I was raised to be a housewife, like my mother and my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers. "Discreet,… Continue reading To The Unborn