What’s in a Name?

Here’s a quirky confession: from time to time I sign my checks and credit card receipts with names like Agatha Christie, Madeleine L’Engle, Dorothy Sayers and Gilbert Chesterton. I’ve even signed them as Jane Marple and Hercule Poirot. This is all in protest over the fact that too often in this world our identity is reduced to a set of numbers (social security numbers, account numbers, credit card numbers, etc). Continue reading “What’s in a Name?”

The Tyranny of the Blank Page

So you have a calling to write; at least, you thought you did until you sat down and stared into the abyss of the blank page with its blinking cursor taunting you, insisting you have nothing worthwhile to say. You suddenly fear that all of your seemingly great ideas are completely innocuous, not to mention a bit sophomoric, and you are beginning to doubt whether you really have a calling to write at all. Perhaps it was just indigestion. You may as well save some time, chuck the whole thing and resign yourself to reading the works of other writers, the real writers. The good new is, you’ll never have to face the tyranny of the blank page again.

Stop it right there. You are a writer. Continue reading “The Tyranny of the Blank Page”

On Good Quotes

I love a good quote. At times when I happen upon one it is just the thing I need to make sense of what I am feeling or experiencing. Continue reading “On Good Quotes”

Praise in the Winter

The leaves have fallen from the maples and the oaks, and now they are nothing more than a heap of crooked limbs just sitting there looking like death. Mourning their loss. Hoping for spring. Continue reading “Praise in the Winter”

Where is God in the Midst of Suffering

The article below is a piece that I published several years ago with the Integrated Catholic Life. I’d completely forgotten about it. I don’t think I came across it today coincidentally, because it is just the reminder that I needed. I’m posting it here in the hopes that it might encourage you. Continue reading “Where is God in the Midst of Suffering”

Anger with God

I once had a writing teacher who, when we’d complain of having writer’s block, insisted, “Write what you can’t get out of your mind.” I do plan to continue writing more in the Letters in Tragedy series (you can read the first two here and here), but what I cannot get out of my mind today is the idea of being angry and frustrated with God.

I have been deeply angry and frustrated with God. My guess is that at times you have felt the same. Continue reading “Anger with God”

Lessons in Tragedy-2

In one of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while serving in WWII he describes a trip into town that he and his supply sergeant made. I’m not certain where exactly in France they were, but he mentions the area of Commercy, France. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-2”

Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1

I don’t know what triggered the memory. I was visiting my parents’ house in Texas, wallowing in a heap of self-pity and pining for my children who were on the beaches of South Carolina with their father, hunting for seashells, giggling as the waves tickled their toes. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1”

The Source of Self-Worth

Two weeks after my divorce was finalized, I received a phone call from my attorney informing me that my ex-husband had filed a court motion requesting the judge overturn the divorce decree. Continue reading “The Source of Self-Worth”