Sitting together, imperfect and human
I was a guilt-stricken child. Whenever I did something wrong, it weighed on me so much so that I’d often confess before anyone even knew I...
Ad Majorem – "Toward the Greater"
I was a guilt-stricken child. Whenever I did something wrong, it weighed on me so much so that I’d often confess before anyone even knew I...
As the fear of being late to a Friday night baseball game loomed in front of us, I frantically handed pieces of my son’s uniform to...
“Faith is not fearful of reason.” —Pope Francis, in On Faith Every morning, I walk my son through the hallway of my school on his way to...
I passed a colleague the other day who was reviewing a retreat talk on the Prodigal Son. “Is it wrong,” I asked him, “that I just...
I remember the distinct feeling of walking up the stairs to the third floor and over to my Physics professor’s office. I was coming to meet...
“Mom, we need a baby chicken in our lives.” These were the words coming from a very earnest six year old buckling up in the back...
When I was a child, I thought there were just a few ways of praying. Besides going to mass, I had vivid memories of my mom...
As my son finished his math homework the other night, I heard him exclaim “I. AM. AMAZING!” punctuating every word. He came into the kitchen a...
This past week, we drove for eleven straight hours to get to Colorado for a brief vacation. When vacations start, especially with three littles, I am...
I am not good with surprises. I like routines. I understand and thrive in habits. Even my children understand this desire for things to be well-planned...