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Last weekend all four inhabitants of room 123 made a road trip to Michigan. Let me just say that these three young women mean so much to me. This is what kind of people they are: when they recommend a … Continued

You’ve seen some of these pictures before, but I wanted to make a tabblo. So here you go! … See my Tabblo>

I listen to cynical musicwhen hurting makes me doubt.I listen to let it out,because pressure brings more pain.What do you listen towhen you feel the same? I listen to happy musicwhen there’s no other way to smilebecause I haven’t slept … Continued

Cathedrals and catacombs arenothing like this cinderblock sanctuarywith its sky-like simple ceiling,though not as blue as some I’ve seen.My sovereign Lord will hold it all together. My mind is on my homes andmy heart is with another.This language is too … Continued

I said I wanted to do something new. I said I wanted the free feeling that comes with an adventure. I said I wanted to go someplace I’d never gone before. So I finished half my homework for Tuesday on … Continued

So much for catching up on sleep this weekend. There’s poetry in my head, and I can’t sleep. Especially when I’ve been praying for some poetry for so long. And now there are words all over the place. I could … Continued

I’m settled in and smiling. The room is roomy, the roommates intelligent. One of them has a 4.0, and it’s not me. One’s pre-med, one’s doing her nursing homework while working at the library, and I haven’t been late to … Continued

I have to start packing, but I know that all my belongings will play one more measure in the rhythm of my life here. So I started by taking down the maps I had masking-taped all around my bunk. The … Continued

I don’t think I’ve ever received a pastoral visit before. The elders made their rounds when I was a small girl, but I was sent upstairs, and it was very hard to hear anything from the other side of the … Continued