To the memory of Xipaguazin Moctezuma

Sant Jaume de Toloriu, Alt Urgell, Catalunya There’s a story—half legend half history, as these things go—that I love and hardly ever see around in English. Mondays are good days for storytelling. Start your week sipping on this: in the part of Spain that isn’t Spain and isn’t quite yet France, there’s a town soContinue reading “To the memory of Xipaguazin Moctezuma”

“Thy will be done.”

I don’t have enough time to write a solid post today, but I wanted to share this with you. I got a book of St. Francis de Sales’ letters at the local Catholic bookstore a few days ago, and the first letter inside is one he wrote to a young woman who wanted to be aContinue reading ““Thy will be done.””

I’m starting to think monarch butterflies are my bees.

The Secret Life of Bees is one of few books that my mom, sisters, and I all really love. We don’t often read the same things. My mom and I overlap quite a bit—Jane Austen, Louise Erdrich, Emily St. John Mandel—but this book managed to get at us all. It’s hard not to love that bookContinue reading “I’m starting to think monarch butterflies are my bees.”

lorica

When social-media star Essena O’Neill deleted all her accounts this week, she made an ironic splash. She re-edited captions on her Instagram posts: a bikini shot on the beach was now about starvation and obsession, a casual pose by the pool was about how she was paid to wear that dress. She made a videoContinue reading “lorica”

fearful but overjoyed

In the time between Mary Magdalene seeing the Risen Christ and telling the disciples, she was the church on earth. Fr. James Martin, SJ She’s my confirmation saint, because when she went out and told the men they didn’t believe her. Kaya Oakes All Saints Day, I know, is meant to be about the manyContinue reading “fearful but overjoyed”

here’s where I spend my nights

…and a fair amount of my days. (Ask and ye shall receive!) I love the color green of this room. It is that fifties-pastel gloss I used to make by covering my slate in chalk as a child. It’s a well-loved sidewalk’s color. It’s nice to wake up to, and to surround yourself with beforeContinue reading “here’s where I spend my nights”

in the garden of the Lord

I was about to start writing this post when the Ferguson announcement started. I’ve been watching coverage saddened but not stunned, like I was when it all began back in August. Of course, it didn’t begin in August. I know that now. Tonight I did what I always do and I turned to the musicContinue reading “in the garden of the Lord”

“en cualquier rincón del mundo”

In any cemetery there are those whose famous names draw awkward pilgrimage, whose stature invites stares but whom you’re hardly sure you want to venerate or even know how. These are the authors and the presidents, the generals and the artists, the poets and the founders, the popular saints in every sense but the importantContinue reading ““en cualquier rincón del mundo””

TINO-TINO-TINO! PA-LE-STI-NO-DE-CHI-LE!

CD Palestino vs Santiago Wanderers Estadio Municipal La Cisterna, Santiago de Chile (x) “Porque de Oriente nos llega la luz.” That’s the motto of Club Deportivo Palestino, a first-division soccer team based in Santiago de Chile — a Spanish translation of ex oriente, lux. As a rule, I happen to agree. I was one ofContinue reading “TINO-TINO-TINO! PA-LE-STI-NO-DE-CHI-LE!”