• Questions for the Confession Booth

    What do the church janitors whisper when they clean the confession booths? Do they ever find strangers’ forgotten items? A tube of chapstick slipped from a pocket. A wad of tissue crumpled and warm. A carving of two lover’s initials. The wood stained from hundreds of hands and asses. Something sticky in the corner.  They…


  • Talking Politics at Dinner

    I’ve always been one who jumps head-first into political discourse. A fair discussion/debate has always been entertaining for me. I like making connections between our current socioeconomic issues and philosophy and history and religion and societal expectations. But lately, with the divisive nature of people’s opinions and the abundance of misinformation, these conversations are increasingly…


  • Liturgy at the Cafe

    How glad I am to share a Sunday communion with a latte and a dog in his winter coat. His soft brown fur and puppy dog eyes look up at me with a sweetness only dogs can muster. I politely introduce myself, compliment his good looks, and then say hello to his owner. That’s how…


  • Familiar Faces

    Social media is a strange beast. And having been a lover of social media for a long time, I can’t help but feel deeply disappointed in the ways in which it has evolved, and the directions it seems to be going. But I’m not writing about this complicated evolution this time. Instead, I want to…


  • Daily Writing Prompt

    Daily Writing Prompt #4

    Since time immemorial, the kitchen has been considered a sort of “heart of the home”; the activities going on here are the central chores that enable us to go about the rest of our days, our bellies full and warm. You can even see our societies’ changing values over class, race, gender, families, and a…


  • Social Media and Surviving January

    In my ever-growing urge to separate myself from social media, or at least specific types of social media, I find myself still yearning to share the mundane aspects of my life. I think much of that feeling comes from a place of habit. I’ve grown up with social media, and its a given that you…