“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.’” – Erma Bombeck But what if you stood before Him at the close of your moments still stuffed with unused talents? Only a few bits used up That is very wasteful says God I could have given those To someone else But I wanted you to have them I thought you could do something with them…
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You were blowing like a light breeze I felt you on my skin like a whirlwind. I brought my ear close and all became calm. Your hair was silky your eyes were charmed by a vivid green. It was not me it was the reflection of your own words. It was not mine the mirrored image it was the shell of your own desires. I look at me now distant in time and in space what do I see? The stairway of a dream whose steps never knew how to climb…
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In Celibate: A Memoir (Apprentice House Press, 2019) Maria Giura recounts the deep crisis and sense of displacement she experienced…
Mythopoeia, or myth making, are narratives that create reliable explanations for ontic stability. They are stories that interplay archetypes and…
In 2004, Antonio Iantorno stood on Viale Monza in Milano, handing out homemade flyers. Greeting strangers with a smile, he…
SAPLING Sunday mornings, Mom attends mass at St. Ambrose Church while Dad takes me to High Park where I play…
“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb) Monday, 9 a.m. Not writing. Dim, dreary…
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