On November 30th, I joined millions of fellow listeners in reviewing the results of my Spotify Wrapped.

In Wendell Berry’s poem “How to Be a Poet,” he writes, “There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.”

I recently finished Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger. This provocative novella occurs in Salinger's universe of the brilliant and precocious Glass children.

During this past election week, I had the timely task of critically evaluating Jean-Jacque Rousseau’s argument against democracy from Of the Social Contract.

In Psalm 98:4 we are called to “make a joyful noise unto the Lord,” to praise our heavenly father for the blessings he has given us.

While at times we are set on pursuing the good that is found by participating in the divine, we fall astray, usually many times, and end up chasing after those things which lead down the path to damnation.

In Book VI of the Confessions, St. Augustine records an account of his encounter with a drunken beggar.

Understanding Catholics’ past social activism helps us understand what Catholicism is and what it could be.

How can something be in our memory before we come to know it?

One of the fascinating art pieces that I have hung up in my cubicle at the Collegium office is a print of Edmund Blair Leighton’s God Speed.

Most of the discourse surrounding the work of 19th century German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche and Christianity concerns his critiques thereof and the nature of his opposition.

Peter Bruegel the Elder’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus is an artwork layered in irony. It’s a mid-sized landscape dating back the 1560s, with sea-green colors and a staggered topography that draws the eye inward and down towards the ocean.

Whether rising prices for everyday commodities, or looming war between major nations, what purpose is fear truly serving today?

Following a renewal of my faith at the end of my first year at Penn, I have slowly been discovering and encountering the true joy and beauty of the gospel.

In an effort to seek the Truth and understand how I ought to live in this created order, I find myself referring to St. Augustine’s Confessions almost every day.

For the last session of Wonder, Truth, and the Everyday, we were invited to memorize a poem; I chose Claude McKay’s The Tropics in New York.

if there is one aspect of life that I think we have gained a greater appreciation for during the pandemic, it is the “normal,” or the ordinary.

Despite the spatial isolation, I found connection across time as, decades after she wrote it, I read Ellen Tarry’s account of the people she met, the places she had lived in, and the awkward, infuriating, or otherwise memorable moments that helped form the trajectory of her life and career.

Because I had not been an active reader since I was little, I knew there was no better place to start than the classics I had missed.

“How can someone write about the bottom when they have not been there?”