Clear

I fantasize about clear I want to open my eyes and see clear I want to touch my skin and feel clear Smoothness, hairless and clear I want to tear my skin apart But I'm already broken The blood on my hands is just another token A token, a memory of broken, bruised skin I... Continue Reading →

Come Holy Spirit

Come Holy Spirit,  fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love. Send forth your Spirit and they shall be created. And You shall renew the face of the earth.   O, God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit, did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the same Holy Spirit we may... Continue Reading →

Litany of Humility

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me. From the desire of being esteemed... **Deliver me, Jesus** Fromm the desire of being loved... From the desire of being extolled ... From the desire of being honored ... From the desire of being praised ... From the desire of being preferred to others... From the... Continue Reading →

Cultural Inheritance: A Blessing and a Curse

As a second generation Canadian I want to give my children something I never really had: a Canadian identity and a properly integrated ethnic heritage. Growing up in the center of multicultural southern Ontario, I have been blessed to interact with a variety of people from different backgrounds. However, I never learned to appreciate Canadian... Continue Reading →

The “S” word: A disclaimer

It's time to talk about submission. Let's face it, submission is contrary to our nature. Where there is true submission there is no room for pride, only humility and self-sacrifice. In our post-revolutionary, feminist, and egalitarian society, submission is a bad word. Wifely submission in particular is a death sentence. When women, even Catholic and... Continue Reading →

Obsessed

One of my first introductions to obsessive compulsive disorder was the Button Poetry performance by Neil Hilborn. I remember tearing up as he expressed his frustration and heartache. But never did I think that he and I could be suffering from the same disorder. After all, obsessive compulsive disorder had to do with repetitive handwashing... Continue Reading →

Crying for help

Newborns are incredible creatures. They are in tune with their instincts, almost like tiny animals, with reflexes they eventually seem to grow out of. As newborns, their main means of communicating discomfort is the cry. Many frustrated parents think to themselves in the first couple of months of their baby's life: If only they could... Continue Reading →

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