What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.
But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.
I want to keep looking at ways to stride forward with positivity.
I don't have a favorite. I need different genres at different times.
Is it wrong to kill something that wants to kill you?
Women are constantly underestimated in our power, our reach, our collective pull.