I talk to my college-age daughter a couple of times a week. She’s off studying in New York. I ask about what she’s eating, how she’s feeling about school and if she’s getting along with her roommate. Though she’s doing well, I always hang up the phone feeling helpless to do more to help her navigate adult life. I remember those transitional times so clearly. My skin prickles when I consider what college was like, the adjustments, the heartbreaks. I would call my mom a few tim
That quirky calendar has created a wide gap between the “western” Lent and the “eastern” Lent once again. All I can think is that my Peeps are going to be really really stale by the time I eat them. It’s a small thing and honestly, as I get older, peeps become less and less palatable. Let’s just say that if you are a confirmed Peep hater, you can feel a little bit justified and smug right about now and I won’t give you grief about it, I promise. As I see Facebook posts of pal
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word.
-2 Thessalonians 2:16 My youngest son is what you’d call “spirited.” He comes by it honestly. Whether you subscribe to nature or nurture or a combination of the two, having parents who are— at their core— strong willed question askers, will tend to create an independent-minded, spir
Lent is coming. I dread it every single year. I don’t dread the practice of fasting or the season Lent. In fact, I really dig it. The trouble comes in the fact that a)my family is picky and unaccustomed to the vegan thing and b)I’m a terrible cook. I need handlers. This is what I need. I need to be Oprah during long fasting periods. I could be awesome if I had Oprah’s staff, chefs and personal trainers and life coaches. Bring.It.On. Sadly, I do not have those people on staff.
“We were created to live on earth unlike animals who die and disappear with time, but with the high purpose to live with God not for a hundred years or so but for eternity”.
– St. Innocent of Alaska, Indication of the Way into the Kingdom of Heaven: An Introduction to Christian Life I’m feeling particularly human, particularly mortal today. I’ve been suffering from this same virus for about 3 weeks. It started as a tickle in the throat and a general malaise. You know that fee
I ran across this item on Amazon.com the other day. St Joseph Home Seller Kit Non Catholics or even Non Cradle Catholics would find this bizarre, I’m sure. But for me, growing up in the heavy German Catholic territory of Cincinnati, Ohio in the 70’s this idea was well-known. I’m not sure exactly how it originated but the plan to bury statues of St Joseph in one’s yard to help sell the house according to what I’ve read came into popularity in the late 70’s and that rage contin
It’s on my calendar, as are most of the services offered each day at my church. I somehow was able to link my iCal account with Google one day, really, by chance because most of the time I’m a little hopeless with things like that. Google is kind enough to send me nice little reminders about the services, unfortunately they come at odd moments and usually I’m driving or parenting or panicking, which is always I guess. The reminder for Typica comes about 10 minutes before the
This essay first appeared in the Ruminate Magazine blog earlier this year. In this season of waiting, examination and hope it felt right, when given the “choice” of topic for the blog challenge to pull this one out. Also, I’ve been a little cranky lately. ………………. Better safe than sorry… The word was out of my mouth before I had a chance to think, before I had a chance to choose carefully another, more polite, more appropriate word. Something had fallen to the ground and shatt
This morning I uncovered the real reason I waited so long to bring my children to Liturgy. Certainly, my long-held notion that I was still working it out for myself was spot on. I did want to get a feel of the flow, a lay of the land. That was not the only motivation though. This morning for whatever reason I was thinking about food. Maybe it’s because I’m fasting, sort of. Probably it’s because I’m parenting, always. I was thinking about the flow of the meal, every meal. I
It’s a little embarrassing that I’m giddy about having ordered some icons. I feel as though I’m waiting for family to arrive from out of town. I’ll tell you that I ordered them from a bookshop I like a whole lot called Eighth Day Books because I’m all about supporting the independent spirit. The hard part is waiting. I’m so conditioned by my internet amazon.com addicition and big box store mentality that I get anxious knowing it will take a few weeks for my icon family to arr