Last night, a homeless man sought shelter within our convent walls. Out of charity, we gave him a small room and a set of fresh clothes, asking nothing in return but a quiet night’s rest. Later, in the confessional, the first nun approached, her voice trembling. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she…

By 31, I’d learned to live with the knot in my stomach. It appeared the moment my alarm went off and tightened as I drove to work. Every morning, swiping into that glass lobby felt like walking into a trap. The knot burned hottest whenever my phone lit up with my boss, Daniel’s name.…

It was one of those unremarkable Tuesday evenings when everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. I’d left work around five, and all I wanted was to get home, kick off my heels, and collapse on the couch with a glass of wine. My feet were killing me, and I still had to…

I used to describe my life as “fine.” Not perfect. Not exciting. Just… fine. At 33, I had a decent career in communications, a modest apartment I’d decorated with care, and a husband people constantly praised. “Daniel’s such a good guy,” they’d say, smiling like I’d won some kind of cosmic lottery. He checked…

I was at the airport on a Thursday afternoon in September, ready to catch my flight to Chicago for a conference. Nothing special about the trip, just three days of presentations and networking that I wasn’t particularly excited about. But something about that day felt heavier than usual. The terminal was absolute chaos. Flights…

I sat in my car in the parking lot of the fertility clinic, watching a woman walk out holding an ultrasound photo. Her face glowed like she’d just been handed the world. I was so empty I couldn’t even cry anymore. At home, my husband and I danced around each other, choosing words the…