Mary Margaret Healy

Mary Margaret Healy

Mary Margaret ('13) is an English, history, and secondary education grad who currently works for Pennsylvania’s Statewide Adoption and Permanency Network finding families for children and educating the masses about foster care, adoption, and permanency planning. She will graduate from the University of Pittsburgh in the spring of 2017 with a Master’s in Social Work. Her major writing dream right now is to finish her science fiction novel that explores the concurrent futures of child welfare and artificial intelligence.
Mary Margaret Healy

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The Hero We Deserve

The Hero We Deserve

The raven knows that the world is no friend to the vulnerable, and so it finds as many ways as it can to diversify its armor, to outwit its prey, and to outlive its enemies.

Gotta Catch ‘Em All

Gotta Catch ‘Em All

Ash Ketchum lives in a world where all animals can be pets. Ash Ketchum’s life is one big adventure, and everyone he knows has a life as full of destiny as he does.

Choose Your Own Monday

Choose Your Own Monday

If you pick a banana, some honey, and a bowl of instant oatmeal go to 5. If you choose an everything bagel and heaping serving of cream cheese, go to 4.

Binders Full of Men

Binders Full of Men

Finally, I have reached the pinnacle. This is what we have been waiting for for so long. A world without men. A world ruled by women. No longer under the thumb of the patriarchy, we are free to keep our floral soaps by the sink.

Christmas Trauma

Christmas Trauma

But I have not yet figured out how to be happy in a world that is torn apart every day by war and hate, by hunger and sickness, by itself. I’ve learned this semester that being a social worker necessarily means knowing that there is more fallenness in this world than we can bear.

Happy Birthday, Mom

Happy Birthday, Mom

Now that I’m reasonably adult-ish, I’m not so hard on my mother. She still cries at all movies, and she still sings only harmonies, but I tend to stay in the room for these things now.

No Thing

No Thing

For that split second, I was out there, in nothingness. Nothing above me but air, nothing in front of me but endless expanse, nothing below me but mystery.

$10,000 Razor Scooter

$10,000 Razor Scooter

Hearing my mom talk lovingly about her scooter and all the great happiness it would bring her, my brothers and I all laughed like bullies in the cafeteria.

Trainwreck: A Smash Hit

Trainwreck: A Smash Hit

If you’ve got $157 to blow in a movie theater this month and a rom-com that passes the Bechdel Test is something that catches your fancy, I’d suggest Trainwreck.

Run

Run

Today is Saturday, and though I meant to wake up early and take this run in the morning, life got in the way. Greasy, sloppy life, not thrilling, carpe diem life.

My Sixth Grade Hero

My Sixth Grade Hero

I think I spent my whole childhood waiting in anticipation of 6th grade. In kindergarten, we got 6th grade buddies who would read to us once a week and play with us on the playground.

An Ode to Adapters

An Ode to Adapters

Such a sentence reminds the world that everything is a living art, every idea can be made new again, every stone can have the moss pulled off and be rolled back down a hill.

And Yet We Try Again

And Yet We Try Again

I suppose it was not until I drove it home, filled it with water and plant food, and plugged it in that I realized how far in over my head I truly was.

Fighting the Inertia

Fighting the Inertia

I am utterly inept at planning my own life. I rarely even finish a to-do list on a daily basis. But what does it look like to trust God’s plans for my groceries or my smart phone?