Author Archives: Lydia

Hope Not in Women [Or Men]

Every December the same image circulates my social media feeds. It is a picture of a very pregnant Mary comforting Eve. Eve has a serpent entangling her leg, Mary’s foot is crushing its head. It’s a sweet, sisterly image at first glance, but it’s actually quite bothersome when we think through what it is imagining. […]

Where Have All The Good Stories Gone?

Just as speech is invention about ideas, so myth is invention about truth. We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God.J.R.R. Tolkien Most evenings my children–pajama-laden and surrounded with beloved […]

Summer Blues: A Poem

The time of ceruleanskies. That brighten with heat, chasing the rainAnd leaving poolsTo be rippled with bare feet. It lifts like the flight of the IndigoBunting. Even the dark crowhints at gaietyin her hidden cobalt.It’s easy to feel light. The Summer Azurereminds uswhat it is to be beautiful:merry and carefree,perhaps even self-forgetting. Summer is full of […]

The Blessing of Commas: A Poem

Children are like commas, I think. They bring pauses, in a day of important things. Little hands touch our face, they clarify, Love. Making sense of the world: a bird, a worm, a friend. They distill it all and we have to ask, what is important. The broken sleep and all the time, join our independent selves […]

Love Interferes

i have perhaps forgottenhow, always (fromthese hurrying crudititiesof blood and flesh) Lovecoins His most gradual gesture, and whittles life to eternity.e.e. cummings In Fyodor Dostoevsky’s magnum opus, The Brother Karamazov, he offers one of the most compelling imaginings of who Christ is through a startling, doubt-filled lens, in the chapter: The Grand Inquisitor. Written from […]