My mother describes me as having been “born in drive”. Apparently on the first day of some toddler play group I became so excited by the promise of meeting new friends that I ran into the room screaming “Come on new friends, let’s go!” I like to be in motion, working on projects, accomplishing things.Continue reading >>
In a certain light
Behold God beholding you…and smiling. – Anthony de Mello, SJ We probably would have taken tons of pictures of Scala dei Turchi even if we hadn’t been there during the most beautiful hour just before twilight. Scala dei Turchi literally means “stair of the Turks”, and is a striking mass of limestone that juts intoContinue reading >>
Gentle with her
Maggie was my yoga teacher the summer I was sickest. Young and healthy, kind without being showy about it, she is a memorable character from that time of trying to hold together what was falling apart. I’d already stopped running because illness had made me too frail. The constant pain and pressure in my intestinesContinue reading >>
Santa Lucia
My father had an Aunt Lucy who I, of course, also considered my aunt, and who died too young of cancer. Her wake and funeral were full of Italian family and friends, many of whom were women of a similar age to Aunt Lucy. At one point during the wake a few of her friendsContinue reading >>
The thing worth chasing: on saying goodbye to a friend
I get awfully emotionally seeing the people I love receive the Eucharist. When I was quite ill with Crohn’s, before surgery put me into remission, I was often unable to stand through mass. I would hoist myself out of the pew with my parents or brother or now-husband, and would weep at the sight ofContinue reading >>
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