Author Archives: Lydia
Let’s Talk about Sex
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no! It is an ever fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand’ring bark,Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.Love’s not Time’s […]
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 […]
Oceans Never Fill 