“Off the Charts:” an NFP community
I’ve been working on a little idea lately. Something that’s been percolating for a few years now, in the back of my mind where it mostly remained filed under “I wish this existed” but sometimes, in sharper…
Coffee clicks: It’s May
I have been totally overwhelmed by your responses to last week’s housekeeping post. I initially began blogging as a creative outlet, was drawn deeper into the rhythm and discipline of daily writing as a lonely new mom…
A New Season
Remember those heady days of early blogging when the mommies – and the blogs – were plentiful? I was messaging with a writer friend this morning, reflecting on what an unusual and also extraordinary thing it was…
Accepting Holy Week
Lent can be a strange liturgical season for mothers. There is much wisdom and tradition to impart, and also it’s pretty much impossible to make it to stations of the cross, because 7 PM is a time…
Coffee clicks: Passiontide
I can hardly believe we’re a week out from the Triduum. I was rattling off my liturgical wish list to Dave the other night saying how I really wanted to go to the Easter Vigil but, alas,…
The ache of the oldest child
This morning I took the 3 younger kids to Mass, and it was neither our best nor worst performance to date. Zelie squirmed and screamed and needed to be escorted out a couple times, and Luke too,…
Has motherhood changed your sense of style?
I just needed one thing from Whole Foods. I never go there for more than one thing; even with the Amazon subsidies, it’s still never the best price for anything. Except these wonderful/horrible grain free, dairy free,…
‘Back in February,’ an unexpected pregnancy led to unimaginable joy
“If you had asked me before this happened, ‘was I pro-life?’ I would have said yes. I was raised Catholic. We went to Mass. I even went to a March for Life in Chicago once. So, absolutely.…
Guide to making a great confession
Our eldest made his first confession last month, and I decided to avail myself of the opportunity to (finally) memorize my Act of Contrition. I figured at age 36 and with a moderate following on the internet…
The space between
Lately I’ve been making use of a previously overlooked and formerly unavailable slot of time in my life: the very early morning. I was lamenting to my best friend at the beginning of January my very slow…