Road-trips have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. For almost every summer of my life, I found myself packed in a car with…

"Mysteriously, each morning, we are born again. We emerge out of sleep refreshed, renewed, with an invigorating sense of being alive.” -Romano Guardini, Sacred Signs Each day comes with its tasks, often repetitive of the…

What does it mean to hope against hope? I have found this question scattered throughout my many thoughts as of late. It holds especial significance during this advent season as…

Useless. It's a rather cruel word that stings a sensitive part of the human person. Being called useless is a cold slap in the face that reduces us to an…

Semper Incipit. Always begin. Every beginning, in its rise, draws with it a sense of refreshing renewal, just as the sun climbs the sky each morning, gradually awakening what was…

As I plant myself in the corner of the Dublin airport, amidst a swirling menagerie of foreign travelers, waiting for the next leg of my journey in a jetlagged blur,…

With the ending of summer, the beginning of a school year, with departures and the goodbyes that accompany them, the role of time amongst these moments has passed my mind…

Imagine: four smooth walls, the ceiling, the floor, and you. Nothing more. That’s all there is. Everything is uncomfortably bare with the one exception of the inner space of your…