A stupid easy habit that might just change your life
Lately, prayer has been um, more ejaculatory in nature. Less journaling and contented silence spent in the adoration chapel, more shouting the Lord’s name decidedly not in vain and hoping that the kids understand mommy isn’t swearing,…
He is doing a new thing.
I can’t count how many times over these past few months I’ve stopped and rolled my eyes (and maybe shaken my metaphorical fists a tiny little bit) heavenward and asked God “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SERIOUSLY, WHAT?WHY??”…
Not fit for social Me-dia
Hi, hey, how are you guys? Long time no, um, write. Right, so anyway, picking up in a less emotionally fragile state at the moment. Maybe we can just, you know, pretend the past 4 months or…
Quarantine caterpillars
I read an essay by another mother reflecting on the endless munching which accompanies days in this life lately, and her use of the main character from everyone’s favorite baby book as metaphor was apt. Hungry little…
Palm Sunday at Home + Life in the Quaran-time
Probably you think I’m going to share some profound and well thought out explanation of how we’re hallowing the sabbath here as a peaceful family of 8, but in reality it’s 9 am, 3 out of 6…
Shelter in place, day 1
Because we were one of the early wave of school and parish closures here in Denver, and because both Dave and I can work from home to some degree, we’ve been living that quarantine life since about…
Social distancing feels more like close encounters of the kid kind + glutting yourself on news media does not a functional human make
Hi. Hello! 2 blogs in 3 days, told you it was going to be a renaissance of sorts. I have progressed, over the past 5 or so days, from something resembling benign curiosity in world events to…
The great (blog) awakening
So we’re all trapped at home with houses full of children and little to distract us from the intensity of daily life and oh, yes, by the way, watching the news and/or pretty much spending any time…
My 6 kids aren’t a burden, my selfishness is
I already feel like a doof just from that title alone because oh, really, Jenny, that 11 week old baby upstairs qualifies you to address the world as a mother of six? Technically, I mean, yes, yes…
The birth of Benedict
Been meaning to get around to this for a month or two, and now that we’re enjoying a nontraditional vacation at Children’s hospital NICU, I’ve found the time. (And boooooy did I find the time. If you…