From Post-Christian Feminism to Catholicism

I began to wonder if my girlhood vision of femininity was just the stuff of fiction, as fantastical as dragons and magic spells. I became aware of the myriad ways I did not fit the feminine ideal of the culture around me. I began to wonder: if womanhood is a narrow box, shaped only for the quiet, the docile, the delicate, is there room in womanhood for me?

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Running to the Father: Healing Through the Light of the Resurrection

I know, we have heard it a thousand times before: we are God’s beloved children. We have heard it so many times now that it can roll off us a little too quickly instead of resting on us; this fact that every unique gift we enjoy is because of the Fatherhood of God and our identity as his child, a daughter before him. But I have had to struggle and grapple to really believe that I am a beloved daughter, and so my faith in this truth today is one of my greatest gifts and joys.

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Femininity Formed by Grief

I am at the cemetery with a birthday cake. I am three years old. The cake is white and the candles are red. My mom and I are blowing them out and singing happy birthday, hushed so we don’t disrupt a family nearby. We keep a small garden shovel and watering can in the trunk so we can always take care of the flowers. My mom is 30 years old. My dad will always be 27.

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Following the Paths of Women of Virtue

Like many girls, I assumed my mother's identity until I discovered my own. My mother was my first example of a strong, career-driven woman who did not put her husband or her children on the altar of sacrifice. Although I admire her personal achievements, it is my mother's thirst for God in the sacraments that was my childhood inspiration.

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