Author Archives: Lydia

Light and Words and All We Would Forget

I think about words often. In writing, word choice is crucial. Quality writing exists when precise and clear language is used, it is what makes a piece understandable and beautiful. But it seems a growing trend to praise words that are merely pretty adornments for dangerous ideas, to take emotive pleasure with very little thought […]

Candy Canes, Icing, and Emmanuel

We’re ten days into Advent. In our home, this means we have lots of little hands rearranging manger scenes–placing Mary with our spoons, Joseph on our piano, and various sheep and shepherds on our bathroom sink. It’s a wonder to me to think about the people represented in felted wool and plastic, these historical figures: […]

Welcome to Wonderland…You Don’t Belong Here

The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal.G.K. Chesterton Our modern world finds itself in a truth conundrum. Trapped between reality and autonomy, unable to move forward without a blow to pride or sinking into further delusion.  The mess of irrational truth claims […]

Did God Really Say? :On Wordy Seduction

We would rather be ruined than changedWe would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die.W.H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety If you read enough history, crossing borders and centuries is a common thread: we love to take old ideas and make them seem new. We like to […]

The Geography of a Mob: A Poem

We painted Ru de la Sant├ęBy guillotine.Scheunenvietel glittered with violence. We turned the soil of Choeung Ekto plant bonesMississippi trees bore strange fruit We turned Kigali sanctuaryto Tutsi cemetery.American streets are safer than her wombs. We are the riotous, genocidal lynchers.Map lines cross and change, blood-thirsty people stay the same. We shouted–crucify himwhen it was […]