Theatre Spotlight: Wicked

No one mourns the wicked! No one cries "They won't return!" No one lays a lily on their grave; The good man scorns the wicked! Through their lives, our children learn What we miss, when we misbehave: And goodness knows The wicked's lives are lonely. Goodness knows The wicked die alone. It just shows when... Continue Reading →

In Praise of Being an Optimist

We Shake with Joy We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body. Mary Oliver I'm learning a lot lately. "Why?" you might be asking. Well, a lot has been happening, and when a lot of occurrences occur, lots of new lessons are... Continue Reading →

“…Let Me be Vulnerable.”

*Sherlock Se. 2 Ep. 1 Spoiler Warning* To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little... Continue Reading →

Only Young Once

I sat in my bed, listening to the raindrops pummel softly against the window. It never rains hard where I live, but every now and then the soothing sound of rain comes to lull me off to sleep. But not this night. This night I was troubled. My heart was in turmoil within me. If... Continue Reading →

O Sapientia: An Advent Reflection

O Wisdom, coming forth from the mouth of the Most High, reaching from one end to the other mightily, and sweetly ordering all things: Come and teach us the way of prudence. O Sapientia O Sapientia, one of the seven O Antiphons sung and meditated upon during the Advent season, is officially my favorite. Sapientia... Continue Reading →

Literature Spotlight: Agnes Grey

"It must be a great consolation to you, to have a home, Miss Grey," observed my companion after a short pause, "however remote, or seldom visited, still it is something to look to." "It is so much, that I think I could not live without it..." - Agnes and Mr. Weston from Agnes Grey, Chapter Thirteen,... Continue Reading →

The Possibility of a Mr. Darcy

"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?" "...Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked, passionately. "Little sceptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has... Continue Reading →

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