“Father, how is this possible? When I knew you not, I knew you first. Unknowingly, I was blessed to be raised in your presence through the love of my parents and family. Blessed to have been nurtured by your children, and blessed to have helped nurture their children.” – Perpetua Each morning, I remain eternally… Continue reading “They are Me!”
Upon their entrance into the amphitheatre before the martyrdom of Perpetua, Felicitas and their companions, young Perpetua challenged civil authority one last time. From an early age, Perpetua had juggled childhood and growth toward maturity. She became a voracious reader and enjoyed memorializing her experiences with pen and parchment. At their domus, within their social… Continue reading Injustice Acknowledged Justice
Life can include, reflective, safe and even suffocating, recesses in our minds where we often retreat into our own little world. Thankfully, our recesses which frequently become cloisters for our minds are occasionally penetrated by the light our barriers erected intend to conceal. Thankfully for me, Perpetua and n have helped knit together more intimately… Continue reading Cloistered . . . Not by Choice
On Thursday morning, 6 August 2009, an intriguing woman I had unexpectedly met for the first time the Sunday before, called to inform me, she was disturbed that she could not see me. Her internal discontent was met with a response . . . “Christine has not been introduced to the world yet.” Four days… Continue reading “It’s her. I know her.”
Earlier this week, the tug-of-war continued between AT&T email ads and morning texting torture on my archaic flip phone – for one so vane when it comes to my stylish heels, you would think I would have been flaunting a stylish smart phone years ago. . . The only person more technology conservative than me is Brandon, my… Continue reading Ending Texting Torture
Put me in a flirty wrap dress, a pair of strappy sandals and destiny continually reveals new creative writing places – today it was the service bay and lounge of Walser Buick. Strawberry blonde, curled and flowing tresses, a bright smile and décolletage slightly revealing will often elicit compliments, further introductions and pampering. Revealing was… Continue reading A Hunk under the Hoist
We were all surprised by the sudden death of one of the partners to the 128 year-old building that is being renovated at the corner of 5th and Hennepin in downtown Minneapolis. My design for Liquid, a restaurant and night club, had progressed slowly due to the lack of funds for the complete transformation. Sadly,… Continue reading Sadness and Joy from Liquid to Chicago . . . & 25th
As my two sons are now grown, it has been my preference to dress in my Easter finest for sunrise mass at my Catholic parish of St. Hubert in Chanhassen. Minnesota. This past Easter, instead of turning south to attend the sunrise service – a whisper I heard, turned north, and after a three hour… Continue reading An Easter Eucharist at Faith Lutheran
We danced and we danced, St. Perpetua and me. Her centuries old diary and faith journey illuminated images, visions and questions that filled my head. In my heart, I knew that at Heaven’s Gate I would seek Vibia Perpetua to hold me first. For weeks, I had been seeking forgiveness from my deceased parents for my… Continue reading Mom, Dad and Vibia Perpetua
Unexpected journey, unexpected author, Unexpected date, So much to savor. I’m published, having dreaded it might take forever. With Dana, Kate and more, it all came together. Font options, margins widths, line spacing and cover art too, Author copies in the mail – what now must I do? During an afternoon years ago, her phone… Continue reading So, now I’m a blogger
