Author name: Marty Corey

Feathers… awe, feathers. They are mystery wrapped in softness— light enough to drift, holy enough to remind me I’m not alone. They fall

As a woman who has carried two children to birth and two to heaven before they ever breathed earthly air,

My birth certificate reads like a breadcrumb trail to a mystery: > Father: Born in Old MexicoMother: Born in Mexico

Mundane Miracles, Cleats, and Colonoscopies Some days sneak up on you like a toddler with scissors—quiet, but loaded with meaning.

I’m Catholic because I believe Him. Not in theory.Not metaphorically.But bodily—as in, Body and Blood. Where else is Christ truly

A Call to the Daughters of Eden—and the Men Who Forgot They Were GardenersBy Marty Let’s talk about the apple.

By Marty So my husband—God love him—once told me, “I don’t go to church because it’s full of hypocrites.” And

By Marty   There are moments… and then, there are the moments within the moment.   It’s not always the big, flashy

Tonight at 8:50 PM, my brother Jaime took his final breath.  I was there, holding his hand.  I felt his

“I love me. Because I was shaped by mercy, softened by storms, and given breath to praise. Our thoughts? They’re