Take more time, cover less ground In July, I spent 10 days in Collegeville, Minnesota, at a women’s writing workshop on the campus of St. John’s University. I applied for it months ago, and was accepted, which meant all was paid for, even flights, which was such a gift. I was among a brilliant group … More 10 Days in Minnesota
“Write down, therefore, what you have seen, what is happening, and what will happen afterwards…” Revelation 1:19 (this post is taken from a piece I wrote for a Writing About Art class at the Hyde Park Art Center:) The dripping pink residue of acrylic and spray paint on paper—the colors all sticky and rich, careless … More Pink Oracles
When years seem like days to me, no time on my hands, I run away to a place in me, to a faraway land…—”Faraway Land” by Ron Block On the day I turned 24 (nearly two months ago) I wrote a long, chaotic blog post about the new year and my new age, trying to … More O God of this Great Night
“First of all: I am tired. I am true of heart! And also: You are tired. You are true of heart!” —A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius It’s a quiet October Friday. Earlier today I napped and went for a walk in heavy autumn rain and didn’t get anything done on my to-do list. Outside … More Little Chicago Flower
2021, so far, has been a year of fragmented drafts. I have barely made time to blog, but I miss this place, this sweet sacred space for my own experimentation and exploration that I’ve used since I was 16 until now, at 23. The last time I wrote on here was in January, and it’s … More A Summer Magnificat
I’m writing on a Friday night, sitting in a cold basement of a row house in Northeast DC. Outside it is dark, and this room is dark, and I don’t feel like turning on a light. I hear sirens and helicopters. I think about food and work and love and friends. I think about the … More Weary Worlds
If you can marvel at the face before you with as much wonder and awe as the mountain, the sunset refracting, you have unearthed the Spirit of God. For we are made of glory. —Cole Arthur Riley (Black Liturgies) I type these words on a rainy Friday evening after a heavy week. Out the window … More Irrational season
(an essay I wrote for my God and Philosophy class last year. Everyone needs to read James Cone’s The Cross and the Lynching Tree. Christians MUST speak into this moment, and Cone embodies a Christianity that feels true and full of the love that Jesus speaks of in the Gospels.) ‘Hope Beyond Tragedy’ James … More The Cross and the Lynching Tree
How difficult it is during this pandemic to hold onto any sense of hope. Today, on this Sixth Sunday of Easter, the second reading from 1 Peter says: “Always be ready to give an explanation to anyone who asks you for a reason for your hope.” If someone asked me to give a reason for … More To love my neighbor
(My final paper for Contemporary Voices class, and also my last philosophy paper ever at PLNU. So so grateful for how my life has been changed by these classes and these thinkers and these conversations.) Dasein/Hospitality in the age of the Anthropocene The urgency of the climate crisis in this Anthropocene age raises the … More Dasein/Hospitality
Rose in Winter 