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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … More A start
