Many great saints speak of undergoing a martyrdom of self, a purification of humility in which we deny our own will and submit fully to God. The life of St. Therese was a shining example of this, and she conveys with resonant detail in her writings the spiritual journey she took in order to reach a… Read More Martyrdom of self does not mean playing the martyr
Linking up with Jen. —1— I work in an old brick building in Greenwich Village with creaky wooden floors that are noticeably slanted, where if you drop a pen it rolls away from you. I kind of love it. Whenever I need to go upstairs, I climb a rickety old staircase that is definitely not… Read More 7 Quick Takes Friday: First edition
Recently at work I got the chance to do copyedits and line edits on a manuscript, and I actually found and corrected several errors, including one in a chapter title (!) that no one else had caught. It’s kind of exciting to know that I’m actually contributing to the quality of the finished product—I mean, odds are that… Read More Adventures in editing
My thoughts on last night’s game, like most other Irish fans, are basically: uggggggghhhhhhhh. But maybe I can articulate that a little better. [view from my former dorm room] There are many different kinds of losing—there are the days when everything that can go wrong does go wrong, the times when you show up to play and… Read More Close but no cigar
I stopped in Barnes & Noble today to pick up a book I needed for next week’s book club meeting. To say that I adore bookstores is an understatement; I can spend hours inside them if I don’t keep track of the time. But there’s also a very bittersweet emotion that comes with seeing so… Read More The ache for the infinite
I am sitting this rainy Thursday on my usual morning bus; my one-hour commute has become a two-hour commute thanks to traffic. At least the leaves are pretty. Between all the bleary-eyed bus rides and missed subway trains, there’s still a curious sort of peace to be found. My life these days seems to involve… Read More I am not a morning person.
[Friday morning sky] I will begin in the middle, since I don’t quite know where the beginning is, anyway. This is the life of a twenty-something dreamer working in the city, living at home, and trying to be grateful for each day as it comes. I’ve long avoided starting a blog because I was afraid that whatever… Read More A start