I am a Catholic woman. Despite this, I’ve never quite been comfortable with the Catholic Woman ™ movement. As a single woman into my thirties I felt out of place. Now that I’m married the paradigmatic Catholic Woman ™ still alienates me: I kept my birth name. I kept my professional ambition. I’m not sacrificiallyContinue reading >>
Coming out of the dark
I hope I don’t die in the spring. I remember exactly where I was when I had that disconcerting thought. I was driving with the sunroof open through the busiest intersection of my urban neighborhood, looking up at a billboard while the sun glared behind it. The city workers had started putting barrels of flowersContinue reading >>
The shower and the snow
This time last year I was home on medical leave, and my soon-to-be-husband was working morning shifts. He would wake around 2:00 am, which didn’t bother me much since I had nowhere to be. We’d chat before he said goodbye and I’d laze back to sleep, usually rising just before the winter’s late sunrise toContinue reading >>
The Last Five Years
Five years ago I turned thirty, and everything was fine. I was working steadily in the fields that I love, music and theology. I had a small apartment in a great location. I had wonderful friends near and far and was in complete control of what I did with my time. My life was aContinue reading >>
Giving thanks for playing the piano poorly
That my parents never got me piano lessons is one of the great tragedies of my childhood…which of course means that I had it pretty good. With that acknowledged, I’ll admit I always wished I were a better piano player. I taught myself, sitting for hours at the keys, using my mother’s old method booksContinue reading >>
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