What Does it Mean to Vote as a Catholic?

I was recently haggled into giving my opinion on what it means to vote as a…

On Burls

I was recently jogging through Brighton when I came across a tree frightfully pierced by an…

Pray Tell

Each morning the sun peeks out, stretching his sleepy rays to begin his morning. To mark…

Gnothi Seauton: Surrendering To The Unknown

This Lenten season, it was ordered to be so, according to His Good Wisdom, that my…

Fiat lux

Along with the remaining 3% of 2001 babies, I have what is colloquially known as a…

Not Your Average Joseph

Of late, I have been moseying my way through the first of the synoptic gospels. In…

On Seeds

For inscrutable reasons water and sunshine love seeds into breaking forth from their shells and dipping…

Slow and Steady and Not Really up to You

Among my collection of 12 plants, three were propagated. That is, I was gifted (albeit with…

The Return of the Prodigal Son

Rembrandt Harmenszoon Van Rijn’s painting The Return of The Prodigal Son is an oil draft of…

The Power of “Re”

I sometimes reuse disposable Starbucks cups. That is, I can’t be bothered to use a water…